Little Black Dot

missed misha today in favor of a yuppie, overpriced dinner with acquaintances
and i don't know how i feel about it.
actually,
i do know how i feel about it
and i feel icky.
so, a note:
dear chelsea,
never skip wednesday night yoga.
ever.
under any circumstances.
ok?
ok.
love,
chelsea.
on the bright side,
i finally cobbled some semblance of a class schedule together
during my last half hour of work
and it's going to be FUNNY.
poems.
films.
emily carr.
the end.
this year is going to be funny.
or something.
insane.
yeah, that's probably it.
right now i feel like my life can't get much crazier
but i have a feeling that i am so so wrong.
(after all,
you are out there somewhere
and soon you're coming back)