i am not good at freestyling.

sometimes, i feel that i do not breathe deeply enough. this often comes to mind while i have no mind (feeling uninspired, blue, bleary).

today, jen told me either that she would be in a show during fashion week or at fashion week. she also said that she would not be able to do it if she knew i were there.

i like to envision myself under a tent disguised by a pair of aviators, peering at jen walking cautiously (but stunningly nonetheless) down the runway with makeup that brings out the subtle lines in her face and a dress that matches her fabulous brilliance.

my shower was short, but good. i forgot how lovely the smell of lavender is.

i shared a playful, breathy laugh with what is likely to be my new boss on the phone. his accent was rich, latin, and transuded a confident and satisfied air that i hope to find at the store.

i ate a brownie.

i was glad to see ana.

i have four tentative dates this week but unfortunately, i only want to see one of the guys and it happens to be the flakiest of the four.

and my life will change dramatically in about three days.