driving to work, through beverly hills, hasn’t gotten old—yet. the smoggy but sunny mornings are charming. stop and go traffic is a wonderful chance for me to catch up with long-lost friends.
weho hasn’t had the pleasure of meeting me—yet. with marcos arriving tonight, and atif arriving on saturday, i’m in for a whole heap of trouble. i’m ready.
i’m finally unpacked, and set up. sleeping good nights sleep in my own bed—first time in over two months. bought groceries, set up my computer, did laundry. still need to decorate, and get furniture. but my place is proudly livable.
l.a. hasn’t been horribly lonely, yet. in fact, i’m somehow backlogged with people to see, parties, dates, dinners sort of piling up. dunno how that happened. connections upon connections, i’m realizing all of a sudden just how small my world is. london knows l.a., yahoo knows scient, exes know exes.
looking good, feeling good. eating healthy, finally getting back into a gym routine, and working on my l.a. look. the sidehawk led me down a catwalk on tuesday night at a vidal sassoon show. my blue steel worked, i think, although i felt very much like a sloppy extra on the o.c. or laguna beach.