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Life is such a hectic whirl right now. And yet, I suppose I wouldn't have it any other way, seeing as I always manage to surround myself with action no matter where I go.
Brentwood magazine is a nuthouse filled with perks like the Beverly Hills restaurant review, art gallery opening and celebrity charity fundraiser complete with gift bags that I'm attending just this week alone. I'm hanging on for dear life and getting those clips for as long as my nibbled fingertips can dig in. That's a convenient analogy to politically correctedly describe the complete power-struggling, bankrupt drama that is my boss. Oops, i said it anyway!
But overall, life is lovely. I am hell-bent, steely-eyed, petal-to-the-metal focused out the racing windshield that is my career. Good thing I'm pursuing the creative thing I love most; writing. It makes earning beans so much more fun.
My brother Ben just gave a little snore-snort from his couchbed. I adore having his witty little Funyon-breath, tye-died 13 yr. old self waiting for me when i get home. I wish it was for more than just this 2-week visit treat. He is the cutest thing on the planet, even though he declined the mole-doused over-easy eggs with corn tortillas that I made him this morning. I don't see what's wrong with a little spicy-chocolate concoction poured over runny yolks, but whatever.
Mexico definitely had a lasting influence on me. I wish I could go visit Viole in Chiapas, just finish writing my damn novel already, and subsist on mole.