hard part is over.
now if everyone would cooperate … that would be super

sometimes being a grown-up sucks ass. i’m faced with a decision that i wish someone would make for me …

pretty much every time I’ve gotten big news, college, awards, jobs, etc., I take a few minutes to listen to the Stones and psych myself up … just in case I don’t get what I want and end up having to trust that I’ll get what I need. well, I’ll be honest, it’s usually in vain … I work hard and get what I want. but, as of late, there have been a couple instances of me not getting what I want and not only does it blow, I’m having trouble waiting for what the universe thinks I need. well, I’d better “need” a kickass job, a beach house and a bod less 50 lbs pretty fucking quick

at the nail salon. the music has gone like this … “James Dean” by the Eagles, “Died in Your Arms” by the Cutting Crew, some Al Green song, and an instrumental of that Celine song from “Titanic.” May die.

has a blue streak in her hair like she’s 12. loving it.

after a week, my little Lola is doing better. she’s even being naughty again. I have felt so much calm through all of this … and that came as soon as I thought about Lola hanging out with Bappy when the time comes. Bappy liked Lola a whole lot.

busted out an old bag tonight … Steve the Crab by Paul Frank. I bought this bag 10 years ago in a boutique in New Orleans, right off of Jackson Square. I debated so much over whether or not to get it … it was $50. so worth it.

Just Dave is a guy I met while watching the Blackhawks. He is the reason one is not supposed to talk to strangers. Ever. I’ve never used a fake name, but tonight I was Lucy.

if you’re going to use a trash bag as a carry-on bag, go for 2-ply. there is going to be a situation on this flight