Now I love Cameron Diaz as much as the next guy, er, um, gal, but she is trying to sue someone over topless pics taken years ago. She doesn’t want anyone to see her breasts. She has breasts?!? She’s built like a 12 year old boy! *sigh* Oh, and another thing…someone I know only on the net posted the name of their favorite website. It’s a horribly offensive site. Should I re-think my admiration of this person? ‘Cause I do.

This turned out to be an alright day. Went to Monterrey and said, “Good-bye,” to all my friends (i.e. the waiters) there. I am really going to miss Francisco *sigh* Then I went to Target to buy things for my NEW apartment, as well as some coffee to get me through the rest of the week. Narayan wouldn’t go to dinner with me, so I guess he’s not feeling too pressed about me leaving, but I guess it only makes moving easier, huh. I’m still messing around with brushes, so keep checking Zero Much for new papers…I’m getting better.

What a difference a phone call can make. I called my dad with a question about something, and it was going well. Just when I thought the conversation was over—BLAM! Any confidence I had in myself, gone. *poof* I know I don’t have a job. I know I have to get a job. Whether I get a job here, there, or Timbuktu doesn’t matter. Even if wasn’t moving in three days, I *still* don’t have a job here. I think I’ll just go be sad for a bit…