(Title taken from one of my favoutire Louis XIV songs)
Gay lovers, my narcissism reached a peak today: I walked to the further-away sushi place at lunch, because I felt more people needed to see me. Same thing happened last week, when I decided to take the tram rather than a taxi. Both times I looked phenomenal BUT THAT’S NOT THE POINT.
It’s on The List for the psychologist, this cursed self-esteem overabundance. Right after ‘the accident’, ‘my parents’ and ‘OMG srsly, how good is FOOD?!’
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3 comments:
Sounds as though recovery is going well... I hope everyone was appropriately appreciative.
Its not a love of self, its a generosity you show. To give everyone a free dose of WOWSERS.
You're the Inspector Gadget of fashion, minus the bumbling.
With so many features but NOT ENOUGH ornaments.
Claire: Hee! It was a mixed bag, so it was.
RG: See, yes. Exactly. Thank you.
THANK you.
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