On an entirely random whim I’ve literally jumped on a plane and ended up with my mate in Singapore. Then I’m treking my way through Malaysia, possibly with a few moments in Indonesia, not sure yet though... to end up in Australia for a month.

Now the trick here is that I really don’t have any money. I mean I have a little, and it’s supposed to last me until September when I begin to work again in SF as a model. the money cushion that I’m landing on now was supposed to be for a computer. But I seem to always let love conquer all. When am I going to become a cold bitch who doesn’t love or care about anyone?

These next few months until I return from the states will be about re-connecting with people I love, all over the world. So I guess this is the right move, and truly, serendipity seems to be taking care of the details.

After this I’m off to Australia for a month and am either going o have to turn myself out with one of the hotties that my friend introduces me to, or live so absolutely simple, that I might be going sober before I know it. Though, I seem to be good at looking good, smiling pretty and giving worthwhile blow jobs these days so that men shell out money to keep me around (hence this nice profile photo). It’s not exactly prostitution...and I’m not ashamed if it is.

The safety net is that I haven’t sold my possessions back in Chiang Mai yet, so I’ll get a little bit of money when I get back, and I did already start to invest in some things so ...whatever.

The point is that I’ve done it again. Selling everything, making decisions on the whim and hoping, expecting, praying that the universe will take care of me in some way shape or form. I’m confident that it will though. Wiggling my toes on the edge of a dock, leaping and turning my body into a 180 degree dive to abandon my body to what will happen as I dive deep into the water, with my sinuses inundated with fluids and bottoms sliding off my ass. Now I’m doing this with life.