dear anyone:

if you are lonely, you are not alone. so forget about it and drink a whiskey and curl up in bed and watch online television or stare blankly at your ceiling with the light off and think about when you were young and you couldn't wait to grow up.

at home, thinkin' 'bout stuff

when i was eight(ish) my godmother's dog had puppies.

naturally, as any faithful godmother would do, she allowed me to name one of them.

i named it "lulu" ----> after myself!!!

eventually her parents (my godparents...??) adopted the puppy and lulu's name changed to "penny" ----> after the lowest form of currency possible. :(

:( :(

i think penny got hit by a car a few years ago.

(i'm still alive.)

"home" you say.

listening to new lovers brush their teeth together is like dipping your toes into a warm bucket of honey after dancing around on pluto barefoot. hearing two mouths full of toothpaste giggling in the bathroom when you walk in the door after a long flight home from an orange pekoe and blue carpet overdose will never get old.

hello bed, goodnight!

thank you real dad:

just got an e-mail from my father. haven't made contact with each other in about three weeks. he seems pretty excited about the halloween festivities. he sent me some pictures. he's the cute little green guy. i hope they help you find halloween inspiration or something.

WWDD: WHAT WOULD the DEAN DO?

i took my coffee to the UBC bathroom and spiked it with leftover whiskey from our study session last night. because it's crown royal it feels 'okay'. if it were jameson it would feel 'right'. but i can settle for mediocre at 10:30 in the morning. 

does anyone else think it's funny that daylight savings is on halloween? thank you demon gods. that extra hour of party is fine by me. 

a thank you note that you will likely never read.

dear Michel (<-- maya's dad):

thanks for suggesting we take shots of vodka to help us write our papers. it didn't help, but drinking whiskey and tea sure does make for a smooth transition from sitting at the kitchen table staring a blank word document to curling up in bed and watching online television. 

also, thanks for letting me live under your roof for the month of october. it's tough times being a single white middle class homeless girl. 

when you live in a real home you forget what it means to be lonely. another 'thank you' for that overdue reminder. 

and kudos on that spaghetti sauce tonight. would have preferred if those noodles weren't of the linguini variety, but i won't hold it against you. 

keep it real surrogate dad. 

love always, your deputy daughter (<--me)

things were okay for a while.

is falling down the stairs one of the symptoms for that pig flu? because if so, i have it. i hurt my hand. spilt tea everywhere. haven't fallen down the stairs in a long time. sometimes i fall up the stairs. but only when my shoes are too big.

60 % of the time my shoes are too big, 25% of the time they are too small, 15 % of the time they fit just right.

what is your shoe fit to non-fit to fit-just-right ratio?

i want to go back to seattle. i wish i was there right now!!!

i would be just fine transporting back 4 months in time. i would also like to teleport the finished product of this paper i am in the process of writing back in time to yesterday so that instead of writing it right now i could be watching chucky movies. because i know what i want.

no money for food, leah munches on her upper lip.

i like going to seattle because the internet connection is like a thousand times faster.

photoshoot to launch ian's modeling career. first we had to figure out how to hide that birthmark.