by the fireplace again- this time with a glass of champagne and a delightful bowl of fruit.

if ii had a middle name it'd be bipolar. :)

well, we're shooting inside for the most part.

:( I'm now curled in a ball on the second fl. of the bowery hotel, waiting for h&mu. I always, always submerge myself in the gorgeous views of the city I get from work, but today they are meaningless. the day is bland, and stale.

(eeemmmooo.)

that night she got really stoned and let go of the whole ordeal.

soon followed really, really bad sleep.

& there's so much i have to type out & sort into a large entry describing this acidic mixture of feelings i've been experiencing & where it stems from.. but not today.

 SO FUCKING EXCITED.