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Frenchy! I miss you! I know you're busy with your new job and don't have a phone! But I desperately need my French Canadian fix! You're simply one of the most beautiful people I've ever met and time spent with you gives my life roses for weeks.

I'm having a bit of an awful time finding my groove out here. Everywhere I go the boys already seem to be coupled... all that's allowed is sneaky, sidelong glances when the girlie isn't paying attention.

I do need some attention. I've been getting along lately with Tori Amos' new song Sweet The Sting - which sounds to me like one great big long orgasm - paired with naughty thoughts of Mewes.

with a strut into the room
with his hat cocked sure defiantely
he said "I have heard that you can play the way I like it to be played"
I said, "I can play anyway that you want. But first I want to know Baby is it Sweet The Sting?"
Is it real, this infusion?
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so then somebody Shake me sane 'cause I'm inching ever closer to the tip of this Scorpion's tail

Tonight I went out to Anaheim and met up with infinitelykaty and her crew from West Virginia. We went out to some odd little Mexican goth club. It was a bit interesting to witness. This crowd, cloaked in black, swaying about on the dance floor. A mess of flailing arms and legs. It was not my thing. I mean, I'm all for industrial music - but usually in a live area. I dunno.. I couldn't get into the vibe. Nevermind the fact that I couldn't drink because by the time we got to the club it was well after midnight - not enough time for me to catch a buzz, sober up a bit and drive back to Hollywood.

I think living in S.F. had me spoiled. There, I could taxi everywhere.. get shit-faced no problem! Here... L.A. - the fucking driving could be the death of me. So I'm not trying to get back into my old habits. My single years in Stockton, CA I would go out to bars with my car... drink and drive. Thank the Universe nothing bad ever happened. Some mornings (afternoons) I'd wake up to find my garage door open all night or my keys still in the front door lock wondering how the hell I got home the night before. Once I woke up bare ass naked under a blanket on my living room floor like, "What the FUCK???"

It's one thing to fuck myself over like that, but now I live with my little brother. He waited up for me tonight as I came in after 3 a.m. This is so new. To have responsiblity for another person - to have to constantly consider their interests as well. Not that I'm a horribly selfish person.. I just prefer to think only of myself.

Anyway, I've rambled on enough, yes?

XO