I think I read something about how doing a cleanse is supposed to help you focus and find clarity in your life. In reality, five days of no food on the Master Cleanse has turned me into a hungry hermit who overanalyzes everything and spends those extra 3 hours a day watching the Food Network and reading foodie blogs like Coconut & Lime. ..which rocks btw. But I’m five days in and really want to get back in the kitchen...I miss cooking! And I want someone to cook for who isn’t rexi or a vegetarian! I miss Ryan Parker!

But anyway, I’ve been reflecting on my life outside of school and the way my time is spent and who I spend time with...mostly because I quit my bartending job and suddenly actually have time to...well, do anything besides work, sleep, and drink away my sorrows. On the agenda are catch up with my dearest friends, go to Red Lobster, and finish reading the 6 books I’ve started.

I’m feeling a little tender-hearted and mean at the same time. I just hurt a dear friend and am already regretting it, as it is rare for me to find someone I can really talk to, who is intelligent enough to follow, and humorously keen enough to have a good rebuttal. Not only that, but he was up for anything at the drop of a hat. Instead of mumbling, oh...that sounds lame, or I don’t wanna, he was always on board. I’m deathly afraid that I’ve cut him out of my life when that wasn’t my intent. But I guess I can’t have my cake and not eat it too. Does that make sense? The whole "and eat it too" makes way less sense. God that was a bad movie.

On other notes, I had a freelance writing gig for ww.airraidlive.com while I was at SXSW with my dear friend Winston Shaw. We had joys and battles and were both victorious. It was an adventure and a half and I’m so glad that I have the freedom to be spontaneous in my life. If you want to read some of my band reviews, check out my Missbehave Blog which covers all the blogs on air raid. Mind you I wrote all these reviews in 30 minutes in Winston’s car each night, drunkenly and borrowing internet from various locales. With some barbecue from the salt lick, Lone Star beer, and guidance from some dreamy natives, I returned home sunburnt and hazy headed.

I have 5 more days of hunger to go...I’m pretty over it. But I also want to detox after years of tobacco and alcohol abuse. Now that I’m over the Nicotine and pausing on the Bourbon, I figure it’s a good opportunity to heal...or its a scam and all this lemon juice, cayenne pepper, and grade B maple syrup is poisoning me slowly. Maybe I’m half hopeful.

Look out for the new issue of Missbehave, you should know that if you don’t read it, I can’t be your friend or lover. For reals.