no papers, only silvers

although i get out of my house fairly often, tonight was my first official time going out to get my face around to get really rediciously famous. my personal agent and friend, lesley, told me i have to get my face around town, so i can conquer atlanta, before i move on to bigger and better. i hung out with some kids from new hampshire every day for a week last summer, and they came to town to play a show, so of course i went. don't get me wrong- my objective wasn't slowly inching to stardom; i went to see my ole pals, but i still could smell hollywood. who am i kidding? i'll never be famous.

i kinda want to be a singer for a band. friend o lesley, could you teach me to sing instead?

last night i went and hung out with alex darling and bethy. i really like alex, she's staying in atlanta for 3 months, unless she weds an american lad. we ran outside on howell mill to play in the dangerous hurricane flood. i loved life right then and there. i thought i was smart by changing into some of jake's pj clothes so i could get back into my dry clothes afterward. what kind of idiot forgets to take her bra and undies off? this kind of idiot. i spent the rest of our evening in a bathrobe hoping my garments would dry.

there was a very endearing card resting on my bed, waiting for my anxious hands to open it and googley eyes to read it. it was so thoughtful, thank you.
i'm growing happy and learning to be content with what i have.
i get so sad some times because i'm not what i want to be and not where i want to be, but you know what? suck it. because what's the good in waiting to become something when you can be everything you want right now.