dear blog,

i am an ass. i'm every bit as guitly as those people who leave their dogs in the car without rolled-down windows.

it's true, i've been neglecting you. but before you get your panties or boy shorts or hot pants or whatever's hot on the streets these days in a twist, allow me to explain.

"you don't tell me where you go at night," you say. er, to bed early.

"i don't know what you ate for lunch yesterday." egg salad sandwich.

"i don't know what you're listening to these days." um, jon gake and dios malos and wolf parade. oh, and the clientele.

"i...i just don't fucking know you anymore," you say, fighting back tears.

listen. i know it seems that i've been avoiding you. but i can change. i'm trying my best. hell, i don't even know if this is worth a damn but i've even made a list of things with which to update you when i'm not busy with work, slumber, and grad school stuff. like when that italian supermodel (read: scam artist extraordinaire, danilo ripa) stopped me in hollywood and convinced me to give him 150 bucks and on top of that, tried to get me to buy him an 800.00 luis vitton bag for his fiance whom he cheated on with a latina he brought home from the stock exchange club downtown. fucking nuts, i know. this guy's account is essentially identical to mine. i'm an idiot.

i also want to tell you about this girl at work. most definitely a public apple eater. miss-i-have-perfect-posture-and-eat-only-organic-vegetarian-meals-and-am-so-much-better -than-thou. i don't know what the rest of her day is like, but i'll bet that she goes to the bikram yoga studio down the street, picks up groceries at whole foods, heads back to her silverlake condo where she'll unwind with tivo'd episodes of grey's anatomy, waiting for her motorcycle-riding law-student boyfriend to come home from the library so they can fuck to zap mama or ladysmith black mambazo or pink martini or whatever else is on their tantric sex mixtape. i'm just sayin.

there's so much more i need to tell you, but i have laundry to do. (just got a bunch of threadless t-shirts in the mail and am very excited about them.) blog, you've been good to me. i will try to do the same for you.

paz.