Love comes in spurts

ok. i. am. mortified.
well, first Cinespea at the hollywood forever cemetary, maltese falcon, fucking great.
i want to go every saturday. i felt like a kid when they first go to disneyland.
first off, it's really beautiful and the grave stones are real and imaginative. not like those egalitarian plaques
that lend for easier lawn mowing.
space rockets, boulders, giant stone crosses. so pretty. i'm not sure how i feel about the
laser etched portraits of the dearly departed. i have to think about that one.
so much prettier than forest lawn.
the company also made it awesome. 7 equally awesome ladies. all super funny, smart, and foxy.
i had so much fun. i feel lucky to have arianna and lizzy on my side. they are real solid ladies.
then a birthday party where they had ice cream cake! and the house was a stones throw from elysian park.
jeff would shit he would be so happy, and i would dutifully be right behind him with a little blue bag.
at earl's insistance, arianna and i went to meet him at little joys. it is always great to see jason (earl).
he always shows me so much genuine love.
but, god i hate that place. the moment i walk in i feel hollow and foreign. first foreign, then hollow.
funny looks. which leads to why i am mortified.
just as i sat down on my bed, i noticed that i had three globs the size of chewed up hubba bubba of white
candle wax dribbled on the skirt of my black dress. on the thigh. you know what that looks like people?
do you?! it totally happened at the birthday party when i was lighting a cigarette off a candle. but i had
no idea till just now. so embarassing.
sweetdreams,
xo,
s