flux

Computer's still wonky.
NHS apps and such are still on hold.

I picked up a copy of URB magazine at Powell's because someone told me that I was in it. The first time that happened, it was with Tease magazine, and I got really psyched out about it and showed it to everyone. This time, I only bought it because Maximillian convinced me to. After a while, it all gets kinda boring. I'm not interested in fame except in that it is the luxury that will allow me to live off a writing life. I already feel like none of my sets actually look like me, even the ones where my hair is bobbed and blonde. But to see the long, red hair and that jacket that I wore every day in glossy print is just really weird. This morning, Max and I were talking as he was packing his bags to head back to LA, and I said that I really loathe "Flux."

I don't think she and I are on speaking terms. She's kind of an annoying cunt.

This whole thing is still really fun and great and stuff, but every once in a while, the surreality of it all knocks me right on my ass.