if you want it, come and get it.

i was pondering something tonight while on the phone with a lovely person.  when was the last time that i was a truly raging bitch?  i told so-called lovely person that if i was ever a huge bitch, i should be fed, given coffee, go to sleep, or exercise.  or maybe have sex.  perhaps not in that order.  but regardless, there are simple human elements that i need in order to be even-keel.  i meet these basic needs (is sex considered basic?  that may be higher on maslow's hierarchy), i am happy.  lovely person said he could not imagine me as a huge bitch.  

i said it was possible.

but then i tried to think of the last time i have been a huge bitch.  strange, i haven't been one since i've been in korea.  strange cuz i have no clue what is going on half the time.  yet i don't care.  i'm not sure i could adapt back to american culture now, being able to understand every conversation, every subtle nuance.  it would be like that one time in amsterdam, at the van gogh museum, when everything seemed to speed up and i had spiderwebs surrounding my body.  i think i would start twitching if i was back in america, not sure which conversation to eavesdrop on first.

it's really quite nice gliding through a sea of people speaking a language that you do not (nor really care to) understand.  the simplicity of it all is beautiful.  me and my thoughts and an ipod that i can control.  

no silly coasties saying 'oh my gawd' or that they would like a 'vawdka tawnic.'  

alas, i digress.  back to my point (or lack thereof) about the last time i was a bitch.  i mean a royal biatch.  perhaps this summer.  i had a few too many cigs this summer.  stress was high, my life seemed to have turned to shit, i was lost.  now i feel a bit more found, much less stressed, very positive.  the effervescence that seemed to disappear from my soul for a couple long years during college seems to have returned.  korea is fast and chaotic, yet i can come home and be still, be calm, just be.  it's a really lovely feeling being removed from my old life, no one directing this ship except me.  if i want to go to bed at 8:30, i can.  i am an old woman at 23, but damn, nothing beats 8 1/2 hours of sleep.

bedtimes rule.

and didn't i say one thing that prevents a bitchy pussycat is sleep?

cheeky.