ericka, i love you, and i love things made of jeans, like my big-ass bag, made my old (before i lost weight) big-ass jeans.

also, why does the BBC use massive attack in all of their promo ads? it just make me think of all those nights alone/together with the wrong person/alone and stoned.

went to london for the weekend. lovely lovely.

saturdaymorning-afternoon: walked the portobello road market. then ate indian food at the ravi shankar bhel-poori house in euston. exhausted (would you believe it? i HAD already walked six hours...) went back to hotel and bathed and raided the minibar. then off to a lesser-known part of town, clapham, for a play (fantastic!!!!!! called 'spirit,' by a company called 'improbable'...involved dough puppets and a large wooden wedge) and dinner alone at (thyme restaurant. amazing.

sunday: walking about. changing of the guard at buckingham palace. then to covent garden for window-shopping and people-watching. lunch in chinatown....ohhhhhh yes. yes yes. then, tired, walking down oxford street (nothing but a big fucking mall) and then tube, and then coach home. ahhh home. then too much beer (as usual when i am welcomed home) and then sicky sicky hungover.

but i think K and i are working things...out?

frank is still making me uncomfortable, as is columbo. but i have to not LET others make me feel bad. important.