For Christmas my mother’s boyfriend sent me some Southwest credit.

So: I’m going to Los Angeles for my birthday to do absolutely nothing except drive around and eat alone at diners.

Except! Laura Rokas says she’s coming, so maybe I’ll be driving around (with Laura) and eating (with Laura) at diners. Hey! That sounds cool~

I am going to be 29 god dang years old. At 11 p.m. on the 25th I am going to drive (with Laura!) to Santa Monica and drink a whole bottle of wine (with Laura!) beneath the pier there—with the psychadelic rainbow-colored ferris wheel spinning round and round overhead!!!

And then eventually I’ll sober up and find something else to do. . . .

. . . with Laura!!!

(If you’re gonna be around, let me know~~)