the weekend ends.

apparently, i cannot handle brazilian weed. got terribly high on thanksgiving; closed my eyes and felt like i was doing somersaults. zoned out in front of the tv for what seemed like hours. fell asleep on kate moss' rug.

the worst part? the agent was there and witnessed the entire thing. i'm so foolish.

the best part? he wanted to go out with me again. (can't tell if this guy is a keeper or plum crazy.)

we went out last night to enid's. had some drinks and dinner. i...

...

... really like the boy. he, perhaps surprisingly, really likes me, too.

ugh, it's all so cute.