P.S.

Viral marketing? Leave Britney alone, Mello!

*EDIT

Melanie, my love—

I am listening to Rob Dougan’s Clubbed to Death and reading Augusten Burroughs’ Magical Thinking.

It’s wonderful, the combination.

A bit intoxicating, yes. But wonderful, nonetheless. Sensory overload. Just wonderful.

How are you?

I write to you, because I am using your Polaroid as a bookmark.

I thought you should know.

XOXO

LGC & me.

iPhone fun before heading to the dunes...

I am in the process of purging.

Domo-TAWN (どーもくん)

Your turn.

Summertime

I lied.

I feel (a) intrigued and (d) excited. Awesome.

Yesterday, I had a chance to practice being happy for happiness sake.

Today I realize I am happy. People make me happy. But I am not happy because of people.

That is my difference from yesterday and today.

And it is (not was) good.

*EDIT

I theorize that we attend school for nine consecutive month (in America anyway) then go on vacation, because we were structured that way from the very beginning: nine months in the womb—then birth (a similar concept to that which Burroughs writes of in Dry).

Life is a party, no?

Except I was born in six.

So my cycle repeats more frequently.

Please don’t hold it against me.

In other news, I am:

(a) intrigued
(b) concerned
(c) apprehensive
(d) excited
(e) none of the above all of the above

Waiting takes patience, a virtue I hear.

Kid from KAWSnecticut

Roar—a four letter word.

I never considered how rich my life was—how blessed I truly am.

For the following incredible incredibly talented, powerful, creative, smart and beautiful women, I owe my forever gratitude:

My mother
Nadine
Tawny
Anna

Because I am never thankful enough.
And because I am who I am because of their all-knowing, patient, hilarious hand.

Grammar is a b*tch. Ain’t that right?

And God is a women?—at least genderful (not –less).

*EDIT

To this list of four, I now add Natalie.

Starbucks is love.

Good-bye Yves...