Nectar and Napalm

I'm happy. I promise. 

I'm pretty bummed on life but sulking has never made anything better in 23 years, so I doubt it will start at this point in my life.

I may be a Clobot, but I'm still mainly human. Going through human emotions that I am learning that everyone seems to go through, as unbelievable as they feel. 

Yesterday I bought a hobo hat from Marc Jacobs. 

Just doing my part in  supporting my fellow New Yorks coke addicted fashion designers with AIDS.

This morning I drank far too much coffee and tea.

I still cry at night. I still am forcing an appetite upon myself  when I wake up. I'm still avoiding looking at photos of my past, so that I don't sulk over my ignorance and idiocy, through that period of life.

Something tells me that the snow is finally gone for good. This deserves a mix!

I'm drowning myself in work and friends and family and art and music and sushi.

I can't wait till I throughly enjoy these things, without wondering about things and people that I have no control over. 

I'm currently surviving off of cookies, caffeine, and real film. 

My digital camera is on vacation until I'M on vacation.