yikes!
has it really been that long since i updated last? phew. it seems like it’s go-go-go in the life of soraya these days.

just in case you’re curious, the last few weeks have gone a little something like this.

1. it has been 15 days since i have officially quit smoking cigarettes entirely. that’s right, not one voluntary drag of a cigarette. the involuntary drag was on stage for a friend’s performance the day after i quit. which was a fabulous way to go out, since i had not yet fulfilled that fantasy to be able to smoke on stage.

2. i had my first camping weekend of the year. filled with beautiful people, delicious food, and the start of my annual fucked up tanlines. why is it that the two places that my body loves to capture sun are the side of my forehead not covered by bangs, and the little strip right above my ass that is never covered? and then they just keep getting darker and more awkward each sunny day of the next 4 or so months to come.

3. my house almost burnt down right before my eyes.!!! my housemate left a piece of fabric on top of a light fixture. one thing led to another, smoke, then a flaming closet, then a few very smart, very quick decisions and movements, smothering the burning mess with a blanket, and then me smashing the light fixture to broken glass bits.

!!! scary ass shit. needless to say, i’ve been a little on edge and maybe not so secure feeling in the house since. oh, and i didn’t love the huge-shard-of-glass-stuck-in-my-foot shower incident the next morning either. ouch!

4. been doing a lot of the raw food thing and delicious vegan meals almost daily. i’m so lucky to be surrounded by people who can work some serious cooking magic! (ahem, thank you little miss honey belle and lovely gus).

5. saw theYard Dogs Road Show last week. got more inspiration and motivation... so much ideas and talk floating around, we all just need to get together and actually make something happen. now.

6. ate at sparkys afterwards. yes, filled with drunken 2 am idiots. oh, and hey, yeah you, creepy ass mother fucking drunk idiot i had to deal with that night. yes, you are an idiot sleazebag. and, no, any girl in her right mind is not going to respond to your pathetic pickup advances, including, but not limited to, “can i touch your fishnets, they are just so fucking hot, cause they just rip off so easily.” ugh. you’re lucky you made it alive that night with your balls still attached.

7. in less than one month i will be going from a job involving one kind of toys to a completely opposite job involving much different kind of toys.

i am one happy little monkeychicken.