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

the definition of success is not having to wear a suit.

bought two domains today. here comes the next chapter. perhaps, literally

it is so hard for me not to see everything in black and white. I need some gray right now.

“What would you attempt if you knew you would not fail?” she may have not gotten that quote letter perfect, but it’s close enough for her purposes moving forward. world. it’s on.