queenminx scores hit with fans! / October 13 2006
Queenminx just sent me this little piece of solid-gold script. I love it because it really reminds me of my dear friend Nelson Galaxy and his spectacularly dramatic moods, and of his sartorial adventures in elegance. Enjoy. The expecting-his-commision Napoleon. X
Life is a Red Herring
2.33 a.m.
Hang on.
Back in a sec.
2.34. a.m.
Right.
Better.
Now I’m comfortable.
I’m in the bathroom and yes, it’s 2.34 on,
Monday November 14th
no that was yesterday.
It’s Tuesday November 15th coz now it’s Tuesday morning and am still working on last night which is this morning.
Whew!
Working out the days and nights never seemed so difficult before, I suppose it’s because this one is the most important one of my life. Funny I should say that considering there have been numerous aplenty important days and nights, but this is the ultimate, the biggy, the one I will never ever look back on.
god I’m a drama queen.
I have my favourite green dress on, the one that should be silk but isn’t because I can’t afford the dry cleaning that silk demands but this one is as near as near can be and damn it, it feels soooo good against my skin and that reason alone justifies the cheapness (note: it doesn’t look cheap or whore-ish, as one ignoramus down The Grapes bluntly pointed out) so sod him, he was wearing loafers, with a pink tie, shock! horror! and god bless bela lugosi.
I must shut up, am just whittering on, it’s nerves … give me a moment to have a swig of cointreau and get a grip.
2.46 a.m. Okay … feel better … love this bathroom … have spent many long and steamy evenings in here … alone and with company … haven’t got time to go into all that now … suffice to say … Jonno … yes I did love you but your mood swings and your distinct lack of humour put me off!
Good.
This has not come about through any kind of wanting to make a statement but after the conversation with Muriel (thank you my darling for all your kind words, you are the best friend a girl could have and please, please dump Angie, she is a bitch!) soz Angie but you are.
O my, am feeling a bit teary, must be the pills, I’m not sad … I’m elated, I’ve never felt so sure of anything before in my life … apart from the obvious:
to Dad,
I won’t apologise for who I am or who I’ve been, I have always been a good person (check out my bank statements, Oxfam will testify to that) … o shit wait … please wait … feeling a bit whoozy … give me a sec …
2.53 …
not got much time now … incredibly strange …
bit like lead …
the pen keeps slipping off the page …
sorry, the handwriting, never going to win prizes for that …
I’ve not jumped off a building or
cut my wrists because … because …
I wanted to look pretty for whoever found me and …
squeamish about blood but
to say to whomever finds me …
please let it be before I’ve been here for days, not bloated and smelly …
I just to say … l to say …
say that, life is a red herring and
and this isn’t it …
isn’t it …
o shit …
love, andy.
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