I spent a week in Los Angeles about a month ago, and I feel recharged, renewed, cleansed, grounded, and oh so very ready to get the hell out of Michigan. I will be that crazy cat lady who wears crystals and dances on the boardwalk at Venice Beach. This is my dream. I will become a literary stereotype!

I've been writing like crazy, creating music, painting, sculpting, and polishing up some old photography/digital image projects. My poor, poor laptop. (Thank the gods I bought a Mac; best investment ever.)

For those who haven't kept up with my real journal: I moved back to Ann Arbor last summer, I'm a supervisor at Shar Music (Google them), I'm working on a masters at Eastern, I still have my beautiful kitty, and I'm standing on the cusp of 30 years old and can't wait to fall over. I'm ready. It's a new world and a new age.