i can’t believe how fat i thought i was at this time in my life, never underestimate the power of drugs and an abusive boyfriend.

last nite was sober nite we went to see knocked-up it is long and funny and you have probably already seen it, i don’t think i want kids now. well maybe future-me does but i don’t have a wise-cracking sister with a big house and a little house in the backyard for me to live in to help me out.

tonite there is a calvin klein party to go to but cntm is on i’m having trouble making up my mind, free cocktails and snacks, hang out with douchebags while being “on” or sober nite on the couch with canada’s next top model. i already rsvp’d. sigh.

i think my vice guide to ***** ********* might make it into the august issue afterall i just spent the last hour going through my archives for pictures.

my new thing is iced coffee, well it’s not new, just making it myself is.

it’s so dark out.

i think i’m pre-premenstrual when my mind starts functioning again i will let you know. that ad on the sidebar you should check it out i think i’m going to go to that outdoor art thing.