I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
I alternately strut and skulk around downtown - I pretend I am a secret operative of a shady government agency, and watch people who I think are watching from the display mirrors of the stores. It is fun, pretending.
"What, you pulling a Madonna?"
I was at a loss when he asked that, I wasn't sure which Madonna he was referring to - the slut or the saint. Turned out he was just talking about the way I talk. I've taken out, dusted, and put on my pseudo-Californian accent again, but occasionally some words betray me, like class and bath and water.
