I lost a tooth today. Well, i mean, i paid the dentist to remove it.

She says I have thick skin.

I have a headache, either because i'm bored and hungry or because i've been staring at this computer screen for a few hours. Thai fried rice sounds good right now.

I probably shouldn't keep spending money the way I have. I haven't updated my spreadsheet in a while.

I don't feel like writing about this, but for the sake of updating the "story of my life" I will post something new.

Phillip, the film/trailer editor, says I could be one of many things. Or maybe many of many things. A wannabe who wants the result without the work, a tag-along who likes surround herself with creative people, and/or a person who doesn't yet know herself and therefore doesn't know what to express with the gifts she has. I like that last one most.

I don't know if photography is my outlet.

I am certain of other things. I like dancing and can't help myself when music moves me. I like my taste in clothes, shoes, and chairs.

It would be silly to theorize about whether I should be a photographer. The best way to answer the question is to do it. But why don't I?

I feel like a cheesy writer.

Christmas Eve in New Jersey, two scarves and a camera. What is Christmas without pajamas and modeling new presents?

My public blog has become distastefully out of date. The last post was from mid-October. When readers wore earth tones and bought baby snickers by the pound. I did anyway.

Now it's cold. Last night was my first snow. I almost busted my ass twice. but didn't. Thank you adidas.

I had french fries and baked lays for breakfast at noon and dread the idea of having another deep fried lunch. I don't want to have my food delivered--i can't afford to tip the guy $5-10 for braving the snow so i won't have to.

Windchill is a bastard and i have tropical blood. My parents have never seen snowfall.

i miss California.