Identity Is Malleable. Become That Version You Love: What You Create

Here's the description in the director/editor's own words -- i.e., commentary swiped straight off the posting on her Buzznet page:

"Friday June 1st (also Marilyn Monroe's birthday), 2007
WOW TV celebrates James St. James 'FREAKSHOW' book release party.
Clint Catalyst = My new obsession.

I know its not the best video ever, but I wasn't trying to make the best video ever. This is just a lil recap of our night, and yes Clint's jacket is the shiiiit.
I have like 5 straight minutes of just Clint and me dancing, so I will edit something together with that footage and post it soon.
Stay Tuned Kids!"

It's a good thing that I'm listed as her "latest obsession." Obviously, the feeling is mutual-- which saves such an inordinate amount of time in the long run, actually. If the proportion were inverse (i.e., I morphed into some smarmy stalker type with skin the texture and hue of stucco and a perma-cloud of psychoses lurking over my shoulder so ominous, I might as well claim 'Gargamel" as my name), no doubt things would get ugly. As in: restraining-order, personal security guard required at all times to ward off stunts I'd pull to Make! Her! Like! Me!" in the same vein as ghetto-ass Jerry Springer guests, but instead of the flailing limbs, t-shirts ripped off "strippers who cheat,," and the most basic form of communication that of maximum-decibel screaming...instead of the tried-and-true routes than end in restraining orders and court hearings? I'd bide my time and wait, focusing energy with boundless precision toward "visualizing" the ability to surpass the far-too-far pay-back I cast in the past?

Some monsters are born of self-preservation. The...

Oh wait. This detail's such a little piece of perfect, I can't help but spit it out and then cease my finger-clacking.

My cell phone is rattling, and I see via caller i.d. it's you on the other end.

While we chat about Ivy Queen's juicy-ass nails, it comes down to this:

What if

There's no need

For "What If"s?

What we have is right now, the words we're exchanging from T-Mobile to janky T-Mobile,

it's as thrill-packed, unexpected and fun as the night we met--and the fact that I'm hitting "Upload" and posting this intentionally unedited scramble of words before I have a chance to edit after we hang up...