Today was my first actual day on the floor. Not too bad. I'm outgoing enough to not hate talking to people. It's just difficult to remember to when you're trying to fold and sort out 50 lace g-strings with security magnets that weigh more than them, while you're watching people blow up and destroy everything else you folded, and your seemingly most comfortable pair of pumps are eating away at your feet. Oh, and I still hate my boss, but everyone else I've met so far is really nice.

ps. apparently I'm a PINK girl. Who knew?

I feel like after today I'm really going to miss coming home from work covered in blood and feces.

I did my hair today. Maybe I will do it again tomorrow.

The birds hear are known for repeating the noises of car alarms.

Today, I went walking around Melrose. I see this man about to cross the street coming towards me and for some reason, he just stood out to me. Not even Jay Leno could distract me. But really. I mean, he had a pretty nice SLR, sleeves, your typical California boy, you know? He walks up to me and says, "You're beautiful, can I photograph you?" I was shocked. People in Los Angeles aren't normal. And this was certainly atypical. We spoke a little bit and then he asked me again, "Would you mind if I photographed you?" I just shrugged and said, well, hey, it's art, so sure.

I don't know what shirt I'm wearing, but I just found this picture today. Moose sort of looks like a piglet, or a weird cartoon.

I bet you didn't know that this was the best thing to come out of the past 3 years of my life.

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Mi hijito. My son. And Kino.

I make bad decisions every day. See, I just made a sandwich. Tell me what time it is.

I feel like I look for the wrong things in a relationship. I like the bad parts because it keeps things interesting.

I feel like reading Harry Potter, maybe now is a good time to start the last book since I don't have a job yet.

Thinking about turning my little cubby under the stairs into studio space. It's small, but it's kind of like recording in a bathroom? With less reverb? A lot less. But I need a new guitar first. And a keyboard. And recording equipment....Jesus, by the time I have all of this I'll already be living on my own. Oh well.

You're like an old piece of furniture that I like to keep around for sentimental value, but you really have no place in my home right now. So I can either put you up in the attic, throw you out, sell you, or just keep you there until you rot. I think I'm going with the latter. You're already starting to mold.

And this was a pretty good analogy. Usually my metaphors and such are shit.

I always get this weird look on my face when I sight-read.

And sometimes at night I hear glass shattering, but I just say to myself, "It's all in your head."

Hm. And to think I almost hopped on a plane tonight just to chop you up and scarf down your remains for next week's breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Maybe not this time, but I will. :)

Some people are so stupid, devoting their entire lives to love. Every dinner, every dollar spent just in case you might coincidentally end up taking your Mister or Misses Right on a date. What ever happened to true love comes to those who wait?

It just seems silly trying to chase a thing like that. It's like saying, "Oh, I'm just looking for Bigfoot."

Looking for inspiration. Now all I need are a set o' tits, and a bottle of peroxide.

I should find a producer.

All I had to eat today was half a bowl of cereal, half a cup of coffee, and half a peanut butter & banana sandwich.
And I felt obscenely full. Good work, chick.

Boy, your touches leave me mystified
And I wish I could believe in you

Tip for many people who seem to not understand the way I work:

If you lie to me at any point, especially when we first start talking, I will never EVER trust you or believe any word that comes out of your mouth. So stop trying.

You're not apart of my life, so what makes you think you have any say in what I do with it?

Trust is like a mirror. You can fix it if its broke, but you can still see the crack in that motherfucker's reflection.

I'm feeling. Feeling way more than I want to feel. Scared, nostalgic, homesick, confused, angry, betrayed, tired. So tired.

It would be nice to start over again.

We always thought we were bigger and better than the rest of the world.

This distance gave us the freedom to do whatever we want.

This girl is so scenetastic. And she totally raided my closet of school clothes. So poppy and covered in ink. Weird.

Is it weird to think that this is what it should have been like when we were together? I always wanted us to be like this. It just sucks that I had to move 3000 miles away from you to achieve it. This is always what I wanted it to be like. Taboo or not. It's the only way for me. On the other hand, I'm sorry that you're giving him up. More than you know or understand to know or even care to understand to know. And I'm not sure if you asked, but I hate that none of your friends even offered. And I'm not sure if I believe you about how you said your mother asks about me because she thinks its good to keep in touch. That sounds like bullshit. It's just funny how near-death experiences really change a person. It kinda sucks, if you think about it. But maybe later you'll be changed too. And I hope that when you come back from being deployed, you do come aknockin' on my doorstep. I have this weird idea that when you leave, you wouldn't have to do anything you didn't want to do, like kill a person, and somehow you'll just be like Butch Cassidy or something. This amazing gunslinger, the best in the land, and he'd never killed a person until he got to, ironically, Bolivia. But that's showbiz, kid.