Ambiguously abridged note to the universe.
Drove from LA to San Jose in 4.5 hours.
Thank goodness for: a very good friend
And her awful memory of garage door combinations.
Wide open, then shut closed and out; drove back.
Thank goodness for: My iPhone, auxiliary cable, Pandora and cruise control.
I thought about completing the marathon anyway –
I have no shame, I will finish it in eight hours if I have to.
Daily Bruin editing, sucks to pull from the Wire;
Times like these, I wish I could still write.
Anderson Cooper = Amazing in real life.
More amazing? Shaking his hand, photo-op.
“Why don’t you try and put your arm around those two ladies for the photo?”
Realization: Wallet stolen.
Bye, ~$500 cash, credit cards, driver’s license, and
Barney’s NY clutch wallet.
I know, I never carry money like that,
I was getting ready to deposit it.
Sob, sob, sob.
~EARTHQUAKE!~
Okay seriously. The universe is trying to tell me something.
If it wants me to reset myself/life…
I. GET. IT.
I didn’t need a heartbreaking, wallet-stolen, near-death weekend.
The only thing that’s getting me through now is Paris.
Au revoir!
I’m sorry about your weekend and life’s cruel subliminal messages…
hug hug.
HOLY FUCK!
sorry, mills.
I’d nearly given up on another entry; do you realize how empty my life has been (hint: not really, but still)?
And I’d have to say meeting someone like Cooper was worth five bills.
When shit hits the fan, I like to eat ice cream
Feel better