anna

in ohio its my birthday, but in california i have to wait an hour.

i forgot to tell you that i moved to los angeles. dont feel bad if you didnt know, because i didnt really tell anyone, i suppose something about disappearing was appealing for me. i love this place and i dont see any reason to ever live anywhere else, really.

mr pants and i are finally together, after years of being dozens or hundreds of miles apart. it finally happened for us, and this is the way it should be. he cooks for me and i neurotically clean everything and it is fully domesticated bliss. he doesnt seem to understand why its not ok to use a towel to clean both the floor and a clean dish, or why it is important to me that we have furniture and do not spend our days eating on the dirty carpet, but i have faith that he will learn someday.

i have an interview in the morning, then i am going to take a nap, go to the beach and get pummeled by the waves (and probably take another nap), go home, bake a pie, go to mr pants' show in hollywood and drink a lot (he promised he would play 'happy birthday' for me on the accordion) then have my roommate drive me home and maybe get laid. this could maybe be the best birthday ever. ill let you know.

ive been shooting a lot, but i havent had a lot of time to work on any of it.


i have a new website


have a good day, dears