2000-03-18
Dear Diary:

Do any of us get our fair share of sequins, really?

Marc raised the question at 4:30 a.m. as I was listening to the Supremes (the soundtrack to my high school years) and gabbing with him. When I listen to Mary, Flo and Diana I crave big hair, too much eyeliner and sequins. Lots of sequins. I have lived a sequin deficient life and it shows.

The Supremes, once the least sequin deficient women on the planet. It's important, when you're going through a sleepless night and you come to such a stunning self-realization, that you have a sequin aware soul in whom to confide. Marc worships David Bowie. Need I say more?

This is the part of my virtual life I love the best. I love it that I can boot my beige box and somewhere on the planet there will be someone awake who will talk me through to dawn if I need it. Sometimes it's folks I know, like Marc, and sometimes it's a random soul just passing through the ether.

It's stupidly late (or stupidly early depending on your perspective) and I really have to get some sleep. Night night.

-- Marn

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