One tall latte. Low fat. On a diet. To go. Thanks.

I want one of those t-shirts that says "Please don't feed the models."

Anyway, I am on a dry spell of some sort, I think. It is like, I cannot think of anything even remotely intelligent or interesting to talk about. And I am not talking about typing another one of my horrendously boring entries. Don't even get me started on that. I hate talking about the army, despite when hanging out with fellow army slaves I had to, you know. I try to make it a point not to talk about it if at all. There is nothing much to talk about anyway. Ya. Like you want to hear about me drawing drill arms and waiting all afternoon before we start rehearsing and then send arms and then we book out to Lot 1 and sometimes Causeway Point and damn I've got guard duty again oh my superiors are fine sometimes. It is that interesting. So worthy to be a feature story on GQ. Or Oprah.

* Speaking of Winfrey, I almost bought O magazine today. God forbid.