I've been having trouble keeping up with these websites, I have to say. Only the social vortex that is facebook has gotten my limited attention. But anyway, great work all, I've still been looking at everyones' deviations and they are fantastic, as usual.

I don't know if I can say that I have been "writing". Not in the conventional sense that I have anything complete or even worth submitting. I'll get to that. My stupid journal is filled with disjointed thoughts and half written poems but I've yet to take the time to polish anything off. Instead I've been reading, and as my friend puts it, I'm on 'lanet Kundera'. (There's a spot in my heart for Czech-Franco writers.)

I've finally gotten myself a tattoo, which was very exciting. I'm very much in love with it, as I am with my boyfriend, who I suppose has become priority number one among other things in my life. It's nice to be happy. (how generic.)

I left Providence at about 1am last night, got lost, found my way home 3 hours later. I left because I was surrounded by the most interesting group of people, yet once one of my good friends left I was not interested in any of them at all. She and I had walked away from the party and perched on some stone wall in front of a neighbor's house. We had a great conversation about the state of things. I suppose we both carry around a strange fear for this generation and the one below us. The classism, racism, etc etc etc. Or maybe it's the lack of interface communication, we all talk on AIM or txt or fucking myspace. What have you. I don't understand it. Sometimes being with people the same age as me makes me feel infinately lonely. I don't get them most of the time. I'm not interested in the activities that they call fun. I don't wanna drink to get drunk/black out anymore.

Maybe I'm best with being honest with myself that I'd love a quiet life with dirty feet. And a yard. No picket fence though.

I hope everyone is well. Keep up the wonderful work.