Over.whelmed.

Dear Internet. I'm really sorry for absence lately. The truth is that I am full. Filled with creative endeavors, professional endeavors, professional creative endeavors. You know Internet, without really trying, my days have been filled from the tippy top to the bitty bottom. Something you may not understand, Internet, as an omnipresent entity, is that moving is the pits. Its picking your stuff up and putting it back down again. Its bending and lifting and sweating. But it feels really good in the end. I'm starting to settle and I feel like I found the best apartment in NYC! Right now, I can see kids playing at the park at the school across the street- from my office!

Moving has kickstarted my crafty mind again. I have big plans for the new coffee table. Big, decoupaged plans. Every corner holds new potential. I'm wiping the dust off my sewing machine and getting apartment number three (the penthouse suite) looking spectacular.

I've started thinking about my Halloween costume for this year and I've narrowed it down to two possibilities. It will involved a little crafty work, and I'm excited about costume parties this year. (maybe)

Every minute of every day is allotted for some task, project, idea. Its nice to stay up late and wake up late. And working in your unmentionables sure has its perks. Honestly Internet, I'm really excited by all these projects swirling around, so loaded with potential.

October is bringing many visitors to me here in New York. I'm really excited to share and show New York to my family, my friends. I love New York and I love sharing it with awesome people.

Otherwise, my time is spent passively spreading my smell all over this new apartment. Lighting lilac candles and blowing tiny tendrils of incense through every room to make sure there is no doubt. That apartment number three is pure with our four bodied-12 legged family smell. Yesssssss.

Internet, what is your favorite color? Mine, undoubtedly right now, is ORANGE.

French wine, cigarettes, baguettes, French wine, fondue, French wine, French wine, French wine, croissants, and French wine.

Bon jour!

I returned from France yesterday and I've barely had a moment to catch my breath, but I wanted to tell you how I am still alive (although the climb to the top of Notre Dame almost killed me!) and that I have photos coming soon.

Lately in my life:
Red wine, white wine, cheap wine. Baguettes. Croissants. Chocolate filled croissants. Three am drunk food (chocolate filled croissants slathered in Nutella). Big hills. Cigarettes. Tap dancing. International dance parties. Sleepy afternoons. No sleep. Wine. Wine in baby bottles. Fondue. Marriage proposals from Frenchmen. Photos. Walking. Wine. Cigarettes. Baguettes. Wine. Wine. Wine.

I also squeezed in a trip to Lyon to visit with the incomprable Mike van sleen, who sends well wishes and hellos to all of you in Pillowland.

I had the most spectacular holiday, which I will endlessly discuss with you soon. Right now, I have to get ready for the arrival of one, Mark Schwaber, who is here with the band, Spouse, to perform in Brooklyn and also at Sirius Radio and Air America this week.

Three stories of interest currently. Discuss.
First transgendered prom queen?

Jerry Falwell dies possibly from shock of the aforementioned transgendered prom queen.

Two kids broke into the Smashing Pumpkins rehearsal space. I know one of those kids. And you know what? If you commit a crime, you should go to jail, no matter how much of a jerkbag Billy Corgan is.

C'mon, Feel the Illinoise!

Hey friendlies. I'm here in Illinois. I've been running on "if I stop moving I'll die" mode since moving to New York and being in Illinois hasn't slowed that down ONE TINY BIT. But I love it. I feel good all over- orrrrr that's the 8.5% beers talking.

I can't offer much more than that in words at the moment. But here is a picture of my cat and I gloriously reunited and LOVING IT:

This is exactly how my work days go. LOVE.