I get over shit quick if I do say so myself. Made a list to be happy again and its worked- personal goals will do that. I really hope I get this pilot.. been going out for more voiceover and commercial stuff. the design job's good. And I'm pimping again. no feelings. It's been largely like that since graduation, casual stuff here and there, but I was a little thrown for a loop recently. But that's done and I'm back!

I had brunch at the trilby sunday. It was china day in a random park on e. houston st and chrystie. went to good news church (part of remnant fellowship) with wendy.
I read the start of "the birth of venus"... and liked it.. about a nun in a convent, dying from a tumor but when they uncover her there is no tumor but a fake pigs bladder, she's been slowly poisoning herself... and a huge snake tattoo circling her whole body..

Saturday

Saturday was nice, went to yoga and walked around Park slope. Someone had suggested I get a little french press coffee maker because I do drink a lot o coffee lately, and so I saw one in the morning and after trying this morning, do prefer it over instant. Took the train to Park Slope, visited Film Biz Prop Shop (pretty cheap furniture and house things that were on film sets in the past- thats where i got the books shown) and Gorilla Coffee.

Down the street from my apartment, on 11th between Greenwich and 6th ave, someone drew this on the side of the old St Vincents Hospital. I liked.

The saddest part of a broken heart, Isn't the ending so much as the start

I wanna love someone inside and out, backwards and forwards with my heart hangin out

i'll carry you. you'll carry me
that's how it could be.
don't you know me?
don't you know me by now?
(poet reciting to the protagonists in 'before sunrise')

Friday Hue came and stayed with me and we went to her old bosses fashion week event. Jenny's presentation of her first collection was saturday and I want her to do well so much http://notaligne.tumblr.com/ . Then sunday was 10 yrs since 9/11, just stayed in... Monday was work (I was quiet and tired) and then the Metal Mag fashion week party I always go to... now its basically tuesday and I should sleep before the long day...

I've had this recurring dream where all my old journals and diaries are all lost somehow, my parents move and lose them, a fire gets to them.... I guess that's one of the advantages to having this one since moving to NY... i can get it from any computer and no one knows about it really and besides when I die nothing's secret anymore. My worst fear is losing remembering who I am and whats happened.
I've been so dumb at times though. Everything I ever want careerwise boywise it's always shown in time.

I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,

I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,

I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

(walt whitman)

ideas i have that you cant steal

ok? ok.
1. tip jars. i've been taking pictures of tip jars around the city that are hilarious... 'just the tip', 'support counter intelligence', etc... i'm thinking a little book called 'here's a tip' and it'd be a sort of comment on how to charmingly ask for $
2. a montage of little 2 minute iphone videos of my computer screen, i've been taking of the climactic realizations of different rom com's I watch, of people expounding how important love is. it'd be titled 'hence our ridiculous obsession with love'
3. the childrens book illusrations for a book shirley and i have been planning.
4. expanding on my thesis about peoples dreams, on the pages of my 'sleepless nights', and other doctorly books on sleep...
this is a note to self... and i hate when i get attached to ideas and then see them out in the world a year later and its not that well done.