Oh, to be in the land of Coca Cola!

I've made a decision. I'm going to move to San Francisco when I'm finished with school. I'm going to move in for the winter and make a garden in May, where I will grow fairy lantern and star tulips and love-lies-bleeding. I'm going to learn to play the banjo. I'm going to go running and do yoga with the Chief and I'm not going to laugh when he goes on about how rock-hard his abs are. I think I laughed enough, already.

I'm going to go visit the Limey. I'll try out his sofa bed. We'll drink excessive wine and I'll make him Gravenstein apple pies.

I will learn to surf.

I will shop. I will buy: a new Dior bag, a new cell phone, more Creme Bouquet, too much lipbalm.

But that's all a few months away. In March I'm going to go to Seattle avec le musos and visit the Agent Provocateur at the Ranch ver. 2.0 (Now with more Ranch action!) We'll make a movie. I will write my lines before we start filming. After we wrap, I'll escape to the safety of the little space beside C.

I will wear chiffon and silk and sequins and velvet. I will paint my toenails to look like pomegranate seeds. I will drink too many Dr. Pepper and rums and eat way too many Chupa Chups. I will kiss so much that I will always need Smith's Rosebud Salve. I will always need it anyway.

I will see more shows. I only saw 14 this year--I should see more.

I will go to Europe. I will ride the bus and spend the days off walking down cobbled streets and listening to conversations in languages I don't know yet. I will spend the days on as I always do--at home, hiding out in the safety of the little space beside C. As the night dissolves, as we trade inside jokes and laughter, I will take nothing for granted. I'm so grateful for all of them and for all of the wonderful people I know, period.

You're all a part of me.

I will trust in the universe. I will be okay. I'll be more than okay.