Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Another voodoo doll apparently needs to be made

I am determined to actually go to bed tonight. I am sick of the demons and the distant sirens I always hear during the witching hour. Sometimes a howl cuts through the night like a dull knife and my mind takes me places I don't want to be.
I have no control over it. Dad tells me to start meditate. But considering he's the biggest douchebag in Los Angeles I don't really want to take up anything he claims does wonders for one's mind and spirit.

I went to Bardot on Vine tonight for about two seconds. I went with Mark, this gay boy who knows a lot of "important" people. It was not my scene. The place was filled with rail-thin blondes staggering around on ridiculously high heels clutching their blackberries and their one-month's-salary-in-Watts-purses. It was such a relief to walk out into the cool night and to drive down Sunset, back to my hood where actual chicanas and cholos still live.

Monica sent me an email the other day. I am definitely over her now. Once again the world has been gifted with a seriously psychotic shrink.

Dear Kim,

I hope this letter finds you well. I am doing a lot better since I last saw you. My husband and I have truly worked things out, and we've rekindled the flame. The other night we had fantastic sex on the balcony. I am sure all the neighbors could hear us. That really brought us closer. My motherly instincts have also returned. I now love being a mother, making lunch and such. I see my future, our future (my family's) as bright. We have discussed moving to Pasadena. I think change would do us good. My therapist have prescribed me another medication. She took me off the zoloft, and now I take both an anti-depressant and an anti-anxiety drug. That in combination with regular work-out sessions (pilates and spinning) has really elevated my mood.

Kim, I think you are a sweet girl. I am really sorry about the mess we made. It was my fault of course, although you acted very flirtatious. I wasn't myself at all when you came into my life, that's the only defense I have. As you know, I am not gay, never have been, never will be. The thought of the female sex organ in that way actually repulses me. 

Anyway, I hope you find love and that you have a wonderful Valentine's Day.

Best wishes,

Another voodoo doll apparently needs to be made.

photo by the one and only Dave Lachapelle


  1. i love ur pics btw :)
    have a nice day
    yudia aiiu

  2. thanks for stopping by my blog :]
    i get that comment a lot because i don't have the follower's gadget displayed on my page. the follow button is up in the top left hand corner.
    in regards to this post, i must say that, "I am sick of the demons and the distant sirens I always hear during the witching hour." is a powerful line that i relate to a lot.
    i don't know the history on this monica girl, but she sounds like she's a bit unstable

  3. wow, that was intimate.

    what can you do? Monica wanted to be selfish and explore that area of her life but also have the other "conventional" aspect too.

    forget about it.

    you're a brilliant writer.

  4. I think Monica needs therapy way more than you do. "The thought of the female sex organ in that way actually repulses me"?????? Maybe she is writing that to you to convince herself. I don't think a vodoo doll is necessary. Karma will take care of her...Peace...

  5. first: you are an amazing writer and i love anyone that can write well as it is not one of my talents.

    two: isn't this monica thing so typical? good god. i dread hearing people say "the female sex organ is repulsive" really? aren't you a woman? you would think she would love it. i'm sensing a lot of insecurity. whatever.

    third: kim gordon?!!! that is the sweetest compliment ever! i've gotten david bowie, but never kg. thank you!!

  6. Who sends a letter like that? Seriously! Crazy woman!

    Anyway, you are awesome, and I have an award for you on my blog to prove it.

  7. That letter was plain rude. No doubt, that woman is a bitch. Sorry to hear about this hun!

    Much love,


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