Pony: bad dreams and karaoke
5.10.2001
Had a horrible dream the night before last that my mother and I were both dying of breast cancer. I woke up crying. I have never done that before. Everytime I have a nightmare, I wake up and make the half-conscious decision to to back to sleep in order to see the dream through to a better ending. Rarely do I return to the dream, though.
Went to Kick-Ass Karaoke last night at the Bovine. Not my kind of exhibitionism, but definitely my type of voyeurism. Everytime I go there, I think: The people who perform here are people who say 'yes.' What I mean is they don`t indulge heavy sarcasm or fearful scoffing at the uncool. They are so fucking commited to the moment. They celebrate each other`s bedroom-mirror persona. The shaggy-maned rocker, the maudlin crooner, the husky sexpot, the screeching, curvy goth babe.
And I feel so inspired. It is so dumb to live timidly.
I want to say yes more. Life is short.
