i don't know, some things are going on? it's never pressing to write in here anymore, but i've become preoccupied with getting all my thoughts down in every other place.
this short story i've been working on has been taking up an increasing amount of time. so has:
*drawing sailor suit bust stuff and bubbles on big cardboard squares.
*watching 'the damned' and 'pretty baby' for the first time, and re-watching 'bunny lake is missing', 'frenzy', and 'what have you done to solange?'
*finishing the collected unpublished salinger short stories. i was really unimpressed by 'hapworth 16, 1924', but loved 'a young girl in 1941 with no waist at all'. there were only three of all this last set that i hadn't read, and i'd intentionally saved 'hapworth...' for last, but i didn't like the big book report ending. also, such a smarmy brat! i'm reading 'the turn of the screw' now and i'm pretty into it.
*boyfriend
*going to the donovan show last friday was neato, but earlier in the day i'd had a total negative freakout
*a lot of wine
*tracing formal native american portraits, mostly at castle

that's about it, i guess. i'm going to the mall today with rich to get my phone fixed, maybe i'll buy a snowglobe or a book or something too. i don't know what to get anyone for christmas, isn't that a shame.

all in all, i still think that the new jesse mccartney song, right where you want me, should be called rape fantasy.