a girl's whose name begins and ends with "a"

ana-stesia made it home today! i had to bus over to the old crib, load her up and ride in the huge truck and she was just wheeled into the new, just like that. i have to do a lot of work tonite to prep for my supastar students tomorrow and get my own ish poppin'...but i look forward to it.

i just have to figure out the whole bed thing. i got that beautiful bed, and with the help of the ever patient, saintly MC built the damn thing (5hours of labour) and finally had to come to grips with the fact that it's too big. Nunez fam helped me find a more suitable one though, so i'll probably have that, and then, it's just seating arrangements, and all is set for the cake and green food partay...can't wait! March 6th...gonna be a good day, though i think i've seriously overbooked for that weekend, with the partay, the bowling for columbine, er, big brothers (mardi gras themed) and the various plays i've committed to attending...whew.

last nite, i met up with my sweetie and we enjoyed a creme caramel at the ol' tinseltown..we caught "born into brothels" and it was really good, though i thought i was getting cheated because of the lack of drug addicted children, oh well, maybe in 'nobody knows'.

i got the call that i'm going to nyc in the summer, for sure, but i have to save up some ridiculous amount of spending money, why? i'm not sure, but it's equivalent to 6 months rent, so i'll probably just smile and nod like i did in VN and find a way to do it on the cheap anyway..can't wait, gonna hit up juillard and bootcamp...and i'll have to at least spend a nite in harlem with my favorite peehead!

post-cinematic experience, it was back to my hood, where we spent half and hour roaming about IGA looking for various things, prolly convincing everybody that we were high (though i bet they didn't think we were high on life, which we are) and making some grilled cheese sandwiches sans pants. i still have the can of lychees for future enjoyment. it was so nice to spend time with my superman, and laughing that we were doing cutesy things like toothbrushing together...omg...are we one of those couples that insists on sucking face at the drag show?! never! shoot me before that happens..but whatever happens behind closed doors....oh, and we had to break out the "total enjoyment" finger condom that Pila and I got months ago from a vending machine at a Hurricane Kitty show. No special occasion, just because...though I have to say that it was not worth the dollar she spent on it.

well, gotta resume my role as miss olympia, as i'm rocking a bit of a spare tire from the week off (to move) and more frequent mc donald's dining. ick. yesterday, i went to my first dance class, and it was tight..lots of flailing and diva-like behaviour, right up my alley. earlier, i went to yoga and i'm getting set to go back to boxing and pilates...gotta get those dots for the royal blue team!

"what? you can't hear me? is it because you have a dick in your ear?!"

on that note...peace out peeples.