to ameliorate the toxic sameness

I was the recipient of a terrific compliment today. One of my co-workers told me that I "look like a model".

I didn't ask her, "a model of what?" Instead, I opted to just feel good about it, no matter how strongly I suspect that closer to the truth would be the addendum "...of functioning psychosis". Or "...functioning alcoholism" or "...post-feminist ennui".

Comments

[jen]

I've told everyone I know about your stealth maneuver, your drive-by surprise visit. I agree with your co-worker, though...you look fantastic! Hope the funeral was bearable and no familial fisticuffs were instigated!