loooove that house picture

You big stealer!

I think you missed number nine. Unless you actually want to be Andrew when you grow up. Which is a little creepy.

Interesting. I may give this a try.

this is the only thing that sucks about life right now: that i'm not on a plane to LA right now with plans to hang out - fuck! i took the liberty of telling J that if anything horrific and traumatizing happens to him out there, he can take refuge with you guys. i know he'll be fine, but just in the interest of full disclosure. xo

You're funny when you post drunk.

i totally hear you, and lucy grealy and hers rock - i collect well written why-me memoirs and covet them. i guess i want to veer not b/c writing about illness is hard, but because it's easy, and because it's expected of me . . . i think that's my damage. it's hard to nail it down, exactly. xo

I'm sure he feels the axe hovering too. He pulled a very surprised face when he didn't get it this week.

Missing you.