for all you who are kind enough to keep calling...
and emailing even though I never answer the anything, you may be reassured to know I'm still Not Dead Yet. I just hate the phone. If you are Johnathan reading this, you can safely assume that I'm a schmutz, and thank you for remembering my halloween-amaversary. I am wracked with guilt every time I think about how I should call you back but instead roll over and turn on family guy. I've got this paranoid distrust of the phone, so mostly I pace around the apartment eating chocolate and watching adult swim. Life was much simpler when everyone was close enough to show up on my porch and drag me out doors. I had a dream last week that Drake called to chat and that was nice. When someone calls me first, most of the evil phone ju-ju is transferred on to them. It's a real act of love.