the great thing about going to the harp every week is that we’ve been doing so much weird shit there for so long that tonight neither of the bartenders so much as blinked an eye as shaun wrapped the tips of my hair in foil, making me look like a ghetto serena williams.

my friends are all lovely.  and sexy.

i love this photo.  i miss london.  and mark  lots.

i am going to go see a boy this weekend, okay?  i’ll be back on monday.

urge to kill … fading … fading … fading — rising!  fading … fading