no sex, no sweets...where does that leave me?

(me and the ricksters outside of jim's pad...i miss echo park's green!)


(outside my deck...the new place i call home)

so, i went from having no home almost two weeks ago- to now, having 3 homes.
what's up with that? when it rains...
anyhoo. yep, i haven't even had the opportunity to continue unpacking this week.
i've been house sitting at jim's and working late nights at GP's. in gp's words, "bitch, now you have three homes."

we received a surprise visit from cara this week. she was in la for just one day. this was perfect timing as a regulater (semi) reunion was just what the doctor ordered. after ash wednesday mass, we all scarfed our faces at pete's downtown-- blue cheese fries, bread pudding, pear/glazed walnut salad...mmmmmmm. our dinner talk included (of course), "what does everyone plan on giving up for lent?"

"sweets," brenda replied.
"i don't really give anything up for lent. what i usually do is read the papers every morning and clip out articles that pertain to human suffrage- then meditate on what i've read," said greg. (aka mother teresa wannabe.)
when it came to my turn i said (with slight hesitation), "sex and being lazy."

everyone did a double take. "come again, what?"

"no, i'm serious. i'm really going to try and stay abstinent."
gp replied, "that's ridiculous mia, you're going to be moody as fuck."

well- it's now a couple days after lent and so far, the attempt for abstention has been unsuccessful...maybe i'll try and give up sweets?


(ash wed. inside downtown la's cathedral: greg & anne)


(indulgence: blue cheese fries & bread pudding)


(cara/brenda/gp's topic of conversation: sex or sweets?)

okay...only 32 more days to go. and (not to get on this over-hyped jesus pr bandwagon) but if jesus could do what he supposedly did, then why can't my reproductive organs chill for a good 40 days? gosh darn it...i have to work on my will-power.
(sundays don't count, right?)