I am resisting what could potentially become an unbearable cycle of dissatisfaction.
Oh life, always teetering on the good and not-so-good. *noogies life*

It's been great though. Salsa (and now tango!) is in full effect.
Being proactive about things has yoinked me out of what was a stale plateau.
So thank you Margarita, my wonderful unofficial dance partner.

Do pristine warehouse/lofts still exist? Apparently they do because I'm moving into one! Another photographer found a beautiful spot and is currently converting it into what can only be described as "sex on wheels". It's on 6th/Alameda next to Little Tokyo. Photos in due time.

More importantly though, I'm in dire need of a new haircut.
Please offer your suggestions.
Anything resembling asian-gangster cuts from the 90s will result in a asian-gangster beating. Or a stern talking-to.

Lastly,
 


Dear Bjork.

You've been fucking me up. Please call me.

Fondly,

Drew