caleb made it around the sun. im single again. the kittens are HUGE. im living at rusty's. i need to do laundry. i need to clean my room.

just the usual.

im going to london in a few weeks to get out of my head a bit. im feeling the need to travel. i may go to new orleans again to commune with the place et cetera. i wrote to my friend in salvador and the idea of going to brazil for a few weeks made me sell some stock so i have the liquid assets to run away if i decide to. i have an invitation to go to paris in the spring. i think i'll be going to russia this summer. it's about time.

perhaps i'll cut my hair today.

i bought a bottle of cachaça today. i keep staring at it. i need to run to the store to stock up on limes and sugar.

i must write. i need to take pictures. i need to get drunk and make a fool of myself. i am desperately in need of catharsis.

just the usual.

my room is painted like the inside of a menstruating uterus with wallpaper trim with a beauty shop scene on it.

im prettier than all the girls on america's next top model. and that includes tyra and twiggy.

i think its time i went shopping again. monday will be century day. it will be shawarma day. today i'll buy something on guyshop.

weeds on shotime is an excellent show. i downloaded the first season and watched it straight through.

the holidays are upon us once again and im not prepared. the next thing i know i will be at ellen's for thanksgiving and then it will be christmas and then another depressing new years.