Let's face it yall, if I wanna make it through my Last Year Here [alive] I've got to organize my time wisely and set some realistic goals.
I used to be pretty against sleep because it interfered with my party schedule and kept me from achieving my Junkie Aesthetic. However when your reality is something you want to ignore and when you're too broke to support a hardcore drug habit, REM is the only way. Stay in bed every chance you get and don't get out for less than money or a date with a soldier.
I'm trying to think of Milan as a storage place for my shoes while I wander off to other countries, preferably those without any phone lines or internet service or return tickets.
If yall find that here let me know.
Today I decided to sign up for Netflix so I can spend any waking minute behind my computer screen watching melodramatic films about girls who hate themselves. But:
Lots of people didn't recognize me with my new hair and by "lots of people" I mean the old guy that works at the print shop. I've decided to invent an alter-ego to do my daily bidding for me while my subconscious sits back and wallows in self-pity. My alter-ego will be much like Sasha Fierce only with less hair extensions/dancing skills.