I woke up this morning with a bug bite on my hand - A stark red line across blue veins and bones. When I was 7 I was convinced that the 'W' etched in blue underneath the skin on my right hand held some certain evidence of past life initials. maybe a william. and even more telling - the 'H' spelled out on my left hand - both squarely fit the middle of my hands when I balled my fists. 'Herbert Williams'. I had broken some past life Encyclopedia Brown contest, and I of course, now possessed psychic abilities beyond my control. I never thought this to be true until tonight, when I had the sudden "urge" to buy a scratch ticket and won 12 dollars off of a 2 dollar ticket. hot damn!

I am obsessed with Townes Van Zandt. In particular "Nothin'".

I let some guy into my apartment building as I stumbled through the door with my cheap Ikea wine glasses - he winked, called me little lassy, and begged me to come up to his apartment. I live on the fourth floor - he bellowed from the stairwell. He must have been 70. He sounded really desperate for me to come with him and it scared the shit out of me.

In other news, my sister sent me some socks from New Zealand. Made out of Kiwi fruit hair and Mongoose fur.