Baby is back!

I am heading to NY in two weeks, for the wedding of a dear friend. I figure I should be more enthusiastic. Last night I decided to get in the mood and open a bottle of red (Indian, unfortunately), lay out of plate of cheese and crackers (Ritz and processed cheese slices) and pop in the first season on Sex and the City. Oh yeah baby, it worked. I can't friggin wait!!!

#4!

I have a new affirmation that keeps my spirits up while I am here in this lovely country. Every morning I wake up and say, "I just wanna do my time and make no trouble."

#3

Men are such fools, the rich and the poor equally. We waste so much of our lives on foolish pursuits. Why can't we just be worthy of our position on this earth? Oh what the heavens must think of us - silly, wretched... blind. I have to conclude that we cannot open our own eyes but must rely on divine intervention. I suppose that's the whole point of relationship with God and surely the only hope of redemption for this pathetic creature.

#2

This place is finally getting to me. The sin, the disgust I feel when I walk down the street and experience every woman's husband looking at me with eyes that behind which nobody wants to know what is going on. And the women. They just put up with it. What choice do they have? The opression here is so thick you could cut it with a knife. This place feels like a body with a virus that has infected almost every cell. Can India ever be clean? That is a question I fear the answer to. It seems impossible from my perspective.

#1

I am off men. They disgust me. If I ever meet a man I want to spend the rest of my life with it will be a miracle.