Home is Wherever I'm With You

I am watching a cat lick a bathtub spout, and it's making me really depressed. Okay, a lot of things are. Where is home when you only have yourself anymore? I got an email today about "discount to fly home", and it was an email to fly home to India. Is it a sign? I wish I could just go home to India and find what I think I am supposed to there.

I am sick of talking to new people every day about jobs, about my depreciating livelihood, and going out to convince myself that I am fine where I am not. But I'm not content-- and no matter how much I wish I could control things, they are out of my control and I need to be patient.

I Like All the Girls

Just look at how beautiful these people are. Can you really blame me for my down-and-out thinking? Everyone in Chicago is pretty ugly, except for me and the people I know of course.

Robert Bruce Rocks and My Life Sucks

There hasn't been much to report on. Kansas City is still better than Chicago. No one will admit it, but they always end up pretending it's New York. Some kid stayed with me from SF, and kept blabbing on the phone that he was waiting for Kanye and Common to show up at my apartment. Guess what Jafar-- they aren't coming because everyone knows it's a coast game.