I had a dream last night I was some post-apocolyptic motorcycle warrior kid and Amy Winehouse was my aunt and I was into her but her husband would fuck me up... in a family way.

So Beckler kind of exploded at me last night, and it makes me think it wouldn't be smart for me to move to Austin with him. I have to figure it all out and that shit... but I'm kind of sick of having pseudo-romantic relationships with older guys who eventually turn into financial support. My fantasies of being all hip and urban and what Imagini calls "sophisitcat" grow stronger with each day. I need a fuckin' job.