Finally went dancing and got that crucial endorphin rush. Suddenly I feel better.

I need, like, a 3-hour moratorium between Craigslist search refreshes. Check once, get back to normal life. For heaven's sake, Heather. This is how Saturday goes down the toilet.

It couldn't be all bad to be wanted just for your mind. Like a narrow miss - a miss, maybe, but at least it was narrow, and at least the error is flattering.

Would that I could stay awake forever in this floaty state, where everything is equally stimulating and important. Bill paying, my brother's creepy electronic instrumentals, editing, stoyboarding, eyebrow plucking, bathtub scrubbing, apartment hunting, ceiling staring, picture conceiving, website updating, gallery making, pizza making, packing, ( Read more... )

Today's burning questions for Google:

- bridesmaid dress donation
- winter coat donation
- CD/DVD-R recycling
- uses for microfiber cloths

Stupid breakups stupid breakups! I freakin' suck. Just called Luz a week after writing her a check and told her I'm not moving in ( Read more... )

The city's getting washed. Tickatickatickatic. Splattersplattersplat.

It's two weeks to official move-out -- crap, how do I begin? The sorting is as much the cleansing part of moving as the new environment is. Why is it so hard to do that ruthless purging without having to switch buildings?

blood stains
speed kills
fast cars
cheap thrills
rich girls
fine wine
I've lost my sense
I've lost control
I've lost my mind

Ahhh, the scent of a fog machine... Just like Buenos Aires.

Oh, for Gah's sake! I can't stop being alternatingly thrilled and freaked out by the immediate future. Even simultaneous feelings that would be understandable. But no, it's ONE, then the OTHER, all hot and heavy ( Read more... )