(this is not really a poem. I am not sure just what it is. But it expresses what I want to say, and it's my blog, so there!)
The woman in the dvd I am watching has perfectly arched eyebrows.
This makes me feel that she is worlds better than me and that i am a failure.
I think to myself that that actress exists to torment me.
Then I think, do you think she just rolls out of bed looking like that?
The credits say otherwise.
If my life were a movie, these would be my credits:
Miss Fireblossom's make-up: Fireblossom
Miss Fireblossom's wardrobe: Fireblossom
Miss Fireblossom's hair: Fireblossom. Well ok, sometimes Jaime at Woodward Avenue Salon. It stays perfect for a day, til i wash it.
Miss Fireblossom's body double: Fireblossom
Miss Fireblossom's stunt double: Fireblossom
Catering for Miss Fireblossom: Fireblossom's One Woman Catering.
Fireblossom Fan Club: fireblossom32@gmail
Inquiries: Fireblossom Talent and Booking Agency
Assistant to Miss Fireblossom: Bosco
My eyebrows are still fucked up. But i feel better now. RAWR.