Starting Over

Jessica's got Air playing in the background as I work on putting together this new blog. We've been skyping for the past 2 hours. She's in Milan. This is about as pathetically artsy as it gets.

I've decided to make a legit attempt at a slightly non-personal "oh-woe-is-me" online journal, so as not to bore you to tears.

I'm living in Santa Barbara now. A cat name Phillip's outside. I'm not sure how I feel about him; he's got quite the attitude, acts like he owns the place and literally peed on one of our curtains. Cat piss is probably the worst smell in the world.

It's beautiful here but I don't know anybody. I've been having crazy dreams. I wonder if it has to do with peanut butter.