this week was weird, out of control, and awesome all wrapped into one
package i call my life. an old friend from LA spent the night last
saturday, had a major (and minor) breakdown, got drunk watching my
favorite band on thursday, had a romantic tryst with an actor from nyc
on friday (he wants me to come and stay with him in the BK), and
subsequently, due to the cumulative effects of these events, i decided
to pick a fight with my best friend at 5am last night, leaving him
wondering what the hell happened to me.

miss becca, hurry up! i don't think i can wait any longer.