yeah, actually,

that best friend i fell in love with,

the one i couldn't be with,

yeah.

turns out i can be with him.

and

in five days he arrives on an airplane.

awesome.

i'm in love.

luz.

my boyfriend broke up with me

i fell in love with my best friend (and we can't be together b/c he loves someone else)

i've spent day after day crying

but today

i'm leaving

i'm leaving louisiana for good

and i cannot, will not cry anymore

wish me luck.

luz.

after three years,

i am suddenly single.

i have gotten into three different phD programs, one in atlanta.

so I'm moving to ATL! Alone!

25 yrs old, single, obviously beautiful (!), on my way to a doctorate:

fuckin' a, dude, my life is opening up.

while i feel scared, sad, and in love with my best friend with whom i have no future,

i am choosing instead to say

fuckin' a, dude, my life is opening up

no more blue-collar boyfriend...

my next man will be a fucking architect.

or a doctor.

a professional intellectual.

bring it on. big city.

love.luz.

fuck yeah, new set is LIVE!

always a fun time.

oh and p.s.

THANKS SG for putting my set up on my one year SG anniversary!

nothing here anymore.

nada. deleted.

just got back from mardi gras in new orleans...

and

i just had a new set accepted.

so yay.

love.luz.

You know, you really can rip phone books in half.

Just like wrestlers and other tough-guy types.

My friend Dave taught me:



Andy faced a struggle...



followed by triumph.





here's the floor in the aftermath:



and here's me on the floor. after ripping up all of my phone books.







There's a secret to it. Phone book ripping.

P.S. my photo shoot went well this weekend.

love.luz.

I'm shooting a new set (or two) this weekend...

wish me luck, fuckers!

love.luz.

for the troops, yo.



Wendy has been cool enough to organize a holiday project for the troops in iraq...so that's one of the photos I'm sending them.

i'm out of school, finally, and my office is a wreck. This was my first year teaching at university level and boy those freshman panic when grades come out. All of a sudden they're worried about how well they're doing in my class...i'm getting emails left and right saying, "but how did i get a D???"

I'm busy applying to phD programs. Everyone keep your fingers crossed, right. I could end up in ATL, chicago, philly, south carolina, or north carolina. I'm hoping for one of the big cities. Living in this small town has taught me one thing: small towns fuckin' blow. Well, they're not for me, at least.

Been debating over whether to shoot a new set or not...

all right. rock n roll. and all that shit.

love.luz.