penelopelee

my grandmother is not dying. my mother is just insane and manipulative. i suppose that's the lesser of the two evils, so i'm happy.

i have to go back to nyc sometime in early april for, like, a DAY to see the damien hirst show at the gagosian gallery.

i think i'm finally done partying. it's sort of a weird realization to come to. dancing? sure, i still love dancing, but i don't ever get totally wasted anymore. i'd rather stay home and cook dinner and read articles about brains. blah.

glenn's birthday is coming up on april 19th and i have NO idea what to get for him. i mean, aside from the TOP SECRET ART PROJECT i'm making. i got him plane tickets to san fran for xmas, but i'm at a loss now. i DID find some signed hirst prints for like 200$. hmmm... who knows? i feel like he already HAS everything.

i got a bunch of rabbit pelts in virginia that i'm going to turn into tacky purses with gaudy clasps.