Saturday

Necessity is the mother of invention. It's also a son of a bitch.

Here's the shake down, lovers:

Broke up (Amicably) with boyfriend (Of three and a half years!), altering all my immediate life plans. Lease expired the thirty-first. Scrambled to find a place to live and scored a really beautiful room in West Hollywood with a friend.

The apartment does not have electricity right now. That's coming on the fifth. That's meant evenings by candlelight, meals from Trader Joe's on the spot, and floppy air-dried hair. I'm officially one of those folks sitting for two hours at a coffee shop, blogging away on my Mac.... Thank god for coffee shops and their free WiFi & their plentiful, accessible, rather welcoming electrical outlets.

I'm not going to pretend anymore. Shit sort of sucks right now. I'm eager for new adventures, but it's difficult to forget the old adventures. When I go home I sort of just want to go back to bed. I probably will.

But this is a good time to reconnect with myself and with friends, go running a lot, work on my art. Okay, the art part is difficult right now, but I'm comforted with the knowledge that one day I'll be ready to discuss this time of my life in my work, and when that time comes, I'll have my sketchbook to turn to.

For our last day together we went to the Los Angeles Zoo. I told you it was amicable. He is still my best friend, after all.













When I was a kid I fucking loved those instant souvenir wax animal figurines from the Los Angeles Zoo and Travel Town in Griffith Park. The machines are older than I am and probably no longer in production. It was a relief to see one of those wax machines...a relic from my childhood unchanged despite all the current turbulence, so refreshingly unsafe in an overly childproofed world.



How appropriate that our last night should be by candlelight.



He left this morning.

C'est le vie, as they say.