So yeah, my parents want me back in DC. But not. But yes.
I'm torn... New College is an incredible environment, an incredible academic program, and an incredible opportunity. DC means apartments with Holly and theme nights and real money and a quicker degree and weekends with Travis and a reinstated identity.

I have bruises from a duct tape corset gone wrong. Not so sexy stuff.

I'm in charge of the sets and costumes for a three woman production of Vagina Monologues. Sexy stuff.

I'm trying to set up the opportunity to learn how to play with fire... even sexier stuff.

I haven't submitted anything in forever. I just wrote a twenty page non linear feminist discourse on Tennessee William's portrayal of homosexual perversions. My skin is dried out from od-ing on Aderol. I have less than no money and less than no plan for the next two years.

I'm going to a conference all weekend on holistic healing and meditation.

If I can think of any more tidbits of randomness, I'll let you know.