Promising.
A Chronical:
On Saturday, I hung out with Cole Blotcky, Andy Cox, Camille Dobbins, etc.
Was a good night.
Talked to Heath Davis for quite some time.
Went to bed at 2 45 am.
Woke up at 5 02 AM.
Went downstairs to get a glass of water.
And, I blacked out. Fainted. Swooned, even.
Ended up smashing my face on the concrete tile floor of our new kitchen.
Should've had a broken nose, chipped teeth, broken cheekbones. But the good Lord granted me just a ripped open chin.
No stitches. Just taped across. I'll be fine.
I'm so sore and tired.
But I never would've had a night like last night with out the fainting extravaganza.
It set me up for a whole different kind of falling.
I'm becoming fearless again. Sure. I'm becoming solid and whole.
My best friend Holly is the most amazing girl I know. You guys see how eloquent and thoughtful she is. I am completely blessed by the people surrounding me.
Regardless. My views are changing. I'm moving into something I really like.
Metamorphosis. Thank you.
I've been reading some Andy Warhol and of course Truman. (one true love.)
I've got my eyes on smiling.
Listen to: "Landlocked Blues" by Bright Eyes, "The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot" by Brand New, "By Your Side" by CocoRosie.
Love, Ana.
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