With a vengeance.

Hello friends.

A few people have snuck in quandries here and there as to where my blog has gone. I wasn't really sure that anyone read it, and though my volition for writing in the first place was seated in some sort of ego based excitement in seeing my own thoughts so officially posted on the oh-so regal interweb, I've decided to ressurect 'er.

I know how enjoyable it is to read other people's seeminly candid but incredibly constructed and vulnerable thoughts. Like seeing someone's barefeet wiggle when you cut your eyes to the floor of the dressing room beside you. Not too revealing, but exciting all the same.

I just got back from China maybe two weeks ago. Which perhaps I'll talk about in formalities later, but odds are I will get distracted with other things and only reference my trip in passing.

Things I have gathered from my excursion: I do not particularly like large groups of people, I do not like rules, I do not like umbrellas, I am fond of cold beer, I like fat babies, I enjoy walking with no destination, and I particularly adore my boyfriend.

In other and much more blase news: I'm again working at the market which is quite job-ish at times but much better than most, I think. Even if I come home smelling like a tuna-gutter with a dollar fifty in tips.

Lastly, Nathan recently pointed out Devendra Banhart's obsession with children and I'm slightly upset with him for ruining my disheveldly pristine image. Okay so there's the whole "Chinese Children" thing; great he's a philanthropist (go adoption!). Oh but wait...what about the song on "Cripple Crow" where he says there are so many boys he wants to marry. And then...ohhhhh eewwwwwwwww...he quickly tells us that he gets his pleasure in the shower or...umm something. Okay so then "...I'm a child"? Well, what do we do with all of this?
Well he's dating Natalie Portman. I adore her and that totally points the compass away from pedophile alley.

I tried to refute Nathan's hypothesis with the whole "poets can have different points of view" kind of thing. He's just a clever dude with a silly sense of humor. And I'm sticking by that theory for my own love of the 'hart. But seriously, in almost every picture I've seen him in recently, his short-shorts definitely look like he could have stolen them from a boy-scout...


Ah well, it's none of my bees wax now, is it?

I've been having weird dreams lately so perhaps I'll analyze some of them for you in my next post. You'd like that wouldn't you?


Ciao sweets!