2003-11-14 - 11:05 a.m.

my friend who is this semi deadbeat designer crushed by his fake boobed thai x who cheated on him with his best friend and i went to the coolest fucking neighborhood bar in chinatown last night.

this bar is the best unknown in all of LA.

it tucked within a cold solitude of silent courtyards with dozens of faded lanterns carpeting the sky. i felt like sitting in the center of the courtyard and just closing my eyes and letting the inner solitude meet the outer by a few breaths swinging a door open and shut to the outside, leveling out the inside.

i felt like i was somewhere else. somewhere far away in a dream where consequences would never catch up with me. i felt like i was folded into some world in east berlin.

that new date guy hasn't called since he's been out of town and hasn't asked me out.

whatever.

i'm trying not to beat myself up for not getting 'enough' done in the last week. i haven't done any of my fixes for a project, only research. so i have today and tonight to dive in. all i'll do tonight is yoga as a break in between caffienated work spurts. should i call creation 'work' does it ligitimize it or degrade it?

and ps i thought his thai girl had the worst tit's and shit stripper eyes, better he's without.