Grumbles and Maybes

I'm hungry. This morning I ate two corn-muffins with honey. A couple chocolate-covered espresso beans. For lunch I drank a 180-calorie strawberry lemonade. Dinner might be applesauce. I've got to be backstage in an hour to work on a gift for Eran. (ze choreographer) Better start on my hair soon. (Curly pigtails) (Also, second to last kiss tonight. bah.)

I love Miranda July. Thought I would proclaim that to the internet world. She is... perfect. I want to write her a letter. I probably will. There's a slim chance she might write back. Even though she's a pretty famous artist, you never know. She might even like me! She might make all my wildest dreams come true!

"What's confusing about [being a feminist]? It's just being pro-your ability to do what you need to do. It doesn't mean you don't love your boyfriend or whatever...When I say 'feminist', I mean that in the most complex, interesting, exciting way!"

You go sister. I think I might be Miranda July's definition of a feminist.