another good cow puncher...

Eventful day.

I got my rejection letter from Kent/Blossom. Bitches. But University of Southern California sent me five dollars in the mail!!!!!! I had a happy double latte with Shoopsy, whom I have not seen in months, I love her like a third arm.

AND I found my keys that have been missing since November, in the pocket of my green raincoat. I was just about to give up and fork over 25 bucks for a new room key. Maybe there is a god after all.

I'm reasonably sure that I can blame my augmenting contempt for the music department on a single entity that will remain (kind of) anonymous. An entity that continues to astound the masses with childishness that even I myself cannot reproduce. And that's saying something.

Charlie Rutlage (my fish) is FREAKING OUT. I really hope he's not dying, he's lasted almost a month. Dios te ama, Charlie, dios te ama.