I think it's the year of the pussycat...within. I should look up what year it is in the Aztec cosmology and in other time systems. But the pussycat within me is feeling like playing. Yesterday I was in Rainbow Grocery, noted shopping venue of the trendy and the rich, and, I suppose, the physically and mentally healthy (like me, hahaha). In any case, there in the granola section was to be found a most angelic man with hooded black, sexy, I'm not looking through you just into you, eyes. He was wearing a cloud-blue tight t-shirt that he must have worn in high school or found to look like he was still in high school.
And it goes on...I was putting on make-up in that section of Rainbow--some grass green on the lids and ruby red lip gloss, some chalk-white on the rest of the lids, placed some cream on and etc., turned around after spying in the mirror a few times, and there he was. He was standing with his cell phone trying to look like he was texting someone. Believe me when I say I starED at him when I was putting my goods in my bag in line.
Listening to New ORder...so happy. Maybe Spring is coming early.
Saw two films this past weekend: GOODBYE SOLO and FUNNY PEOPLE. The first was A NIGHT ON EARTH about an Senegalese man with a huge heart who called all the men around his taxi cab "big dog." One of the big dogs was a senior citizen Harley guy from the South (the film is set in one of the Carolinas or something) who pays Solo to take him to a famous peak where the wind blows everything back. Solo doesn't want this man to kill himself. That is the urge of the kitty. To Heal.
Some people say that laughter is the best medicine, right? FUNNY PEOPLE is kind of funny. It is long. It has the old "bossy boy," Adam Sandler in it...as a man over forty!!! Now that's funny.
Reaaaahrrrr. The kitty wants to play this year.
