we are missing an entire bag of cds, our favourite ones too, they’ve been missing since we went to the catskills in september and leslie said we didn’t leave anything behind so fil thinks we drove away with a bag on the top of the car and it eventually fell off. so frustrating cos that bag was full and everyday something reminds one of us of it and then we sit there tallying up our missing cds, some we’ve had for ten years even, and then there’s the missing soldiers we cannot even remember we brought along but shoved in the bag nonetheless. fil refuses to think that maybe someone stole them out of the car. sigh. i’m bummed yeah but it’s somewhat liberating to lose things and have zero control over it, once it’s gone it’s gone, c’est la vie. speaking of, we watched la vie en rose the other night which i bawled a significant amount to and found to be quite enchanting, sad, bittersweet, you should see it.

here i am spying on the building kitty-corner to us, one of the tenants it seems uses his livingroom as a porno shoot (pictures) studio, the flash rips through our entire unit so fil flashed them back with his camera then they closed their drapes. fil thought no way can it be risque, but then it carried on ’til 2, 3 in the morning, i don’t think something akin to sears portrait studio would happen during those hours. then the very next morning they continued on. i saw a dude with a very fancy camera and that big white circle they use to refelct light and he was shooting down at something like a bed (so totally porn). who knows maybe it was a dungeons and dragons figurine gathering, though i really fucking doubt it.

i’m hoping to catch some t’ n a real soon.