Ok, this will probably be my last, unless something seems to spur me from now to tomorrow 11. I'll be heading towards the odd weathered San Fran and dropping by Sin City and possibly out to LA. I'm not sure about the LA part, if so, we'll probably drive. So, i'm hoping there will be some good sales, although I heard that the Neiman sale is about to end, dear god, please let it not be true, I have a new perchant for Armani Exchange that is, if it doesn't make me look to much like a honger. I don't know why, i'm not excited, it's exciting to talk about it, but when it gets down to it, i'm really not excited. I mean, i'll just spend more money, buy more things, what, all for a gucci clutch, sure it's wonderful, but I need something else in my life, but I ask myself what. I intern, I work out, I tan, I go shopping, I hang out with my friends, I read books, magazines, I surf the internet, and I watch television, and no I'm not going to feed the homeless or build shelters, whatever, no, it's not me, just like how I realized ibiza will not be my new travel destination. So, what the hell am I suppose to do, I still feel empty, and isn't my life well balanced? Oh, and I definitely hang out with my rents, so it's not like that part is missing. I talk to my cousin, I e-mail, I message. What is there left of me? Anyways, i'll be asking that question throughout my voyage. I'll probably not be online, although I want to, it doesn't mean I can. I looked into the whole "cyber cafe" and there are two by union square, but it's $2.50 for 15 minutes, not that I don't want to, but I mean, 15 minutes, how square you know, not five minutes, not 30 minutes. Odd, and mentioning odd, I realized that i'm not lactose and tolerant and lactose and intolerant, I am lactose and tolerant. Yes, I realized that the meds i'm taking for my glowing skin doesn't like milk or any dairy products, isn't that lovely, and now I realized this, after how long of taking the meds. Wonderful, just wonderful and dandy. Oh, I saw the new Vdub convo bug. It's hella cute and under the lovely price of 20 g's, do I want it, yes, does that mean i'll get it, no. This sentence, priceless and filled with irony and just a tad of stereotypical of my life. Whatever, i'm going, i'm gone, and i've left my heart in San Francisco (no, not as in some love of my life during the summer, more like the love of shopping that hopfully will embrace me when I get the tarmac).