Random thoughts.

I don't know if I would call these aspirations, but wouldn't it be terribly nice to have some sort of a "sugar daddy." I think that would put me in the position of something like a gold-digger. What's love worth anyway? It causes heartaches. Treating relationships like business deals, minimalizing the role of emotion is much more tangible, less hurtful and puts money in the bank.

An ex-girlfriend of my handicapped (paralyzed from the waist down) step-brother is now one of the hottest actresses in Taiwan. She also has a throng of wealthy corporate CEOs fighting to make her their mistress. She has her pick of diamonds and luxury apartments offered to her on a plate. In exchange, she'll give them company (hot sex) and the prestige of having a glamorous and much coveted woman on their arms.

Just thoughts. I'm a dreamer and a romantic in the guise of materialistic cynic.

So the Tar Heels won the NCAA championship. (Go Heels!) And then Alli W's car broke down on our way to Franklin street. Stuck in the middle of the road. At half past midnight, we walked half an hour to Franklin. Saw the craziness, had a drink, then came home. I have a 5 pager I haven't started. I'm broke and in debt and spent most of my money on food. And all the more on food because I have been binge eating as a result of mild depression/stress. Ah, but it's food. And good food. Brioche pate chocolate peanut butter cream honey and cheese. And garlic and asparagus. And more. Not bad not bad.

More depressing thoughts, here's a list of people I know who has died within the last year: grandfather, mom's god-father, mom's best friend's mother-in-law, aunt's father-in-law, mom's friend Margaret's 22yr old daughter. And the only bright streak that's blessed this apartment as of late, Miss Alli G got highest honors on her senior thesis. Woo-hoo!!!

What lovely, somewhat disastrous evening. (make that a somewhat disastrous life). In the words of Mara the librarian, I'm a mess. *sigh*