06 February 2003
evita
high flying adored, so young, an instant queen, a rich, beautiful thing, of all the colors, a cross between, a fantasy of the bedroom, and a saint....
Evita stuck in my mind.
And I am high flying, have been the proverbial chicken without a head since I got my fellowship.
This is all so insane! (but, in all honesty, WOOHOO!)
Again: I don't need the reasons why I won't succeed, I haven't started (thank you Evita Peron)
dandlioneyes at 12:30 pm