bathroom mirrors bring out everything you love about yourself.� comb and razor in hand, the vanity is enough to drown out the neverending drone of your loudest detractors.� the mirror in a bar too brightly lit is where you see your ugliness, and you want to hide in a corner and conceal the elephantiasis.

dancing with lpk and sarah in a disgustingly warm and sweaty basement in chinatown.� i am bad at remembering to introduce my friends to each other. matter and anti-matter?� drove home in a daze, didn't see the detour signs and had to drive through walnut creek (twee kitten country), thankfully i can navigate these roads without thinking or looking at any of the signs, like sleepwalking but with a car.� felt as if someone else was driving.