My vacation is over tonight and it feels like it was two seconds but really it's the longest amount of time ill ever get. but justin's mindset is saving me. I'm going to try and remember some of the things that happened to me in the last seventeen days. i had a dinner party and isabel fell alseep on my couch. she was off that pink drink. i bought a bikini and made homemade pasta and went to central park and didn't finish my book. we called 911 and we broke up and i cried more than i've cried in a very long time. and i ate a lot a lot of hotdogs from myrtle pub. and i went to balthazar and i went to moma ps1 and i went the whitney biennial and i stole macarons from the bartender. i was embarassed but he liked it and he gave us more later. i started a le creuset scam and a tasted passionfruit first time. didn't get in to see the gagosian show. yummy stick. stole eyeliner went to the library went to the library went to the library went to the library. made a movie wrote a book. rode the ferry was barely scared. fucked up oberlin party that made me upset. lunar eclipse bins twice emma eating ice cream on the stoop. had sex and didn't have sex. got interested in havianas with the diamond and my parents sold the house and are betraying me with the piano. they promised but i guess that sort of thing doesnt mean much these days. i sprained my ankle and spent a lot of money. i got an mp3 player that is heavy. i got 100 paairs of high heel shoes and realized there are lots of people that don't need to be a part of my life in theory anymore. because i dont think they ever were. shrunk 2 emma's sweater on accident and the full moon gave us picture above the couch overnight. france is so over. Viva italia.