Kendra

Hey you.  Been a long time I’d say.  How are things?  How is Caitlin?  Is she huge?  I actually got to meet her some almost a year and a half ago.  Geez, time flies.  I’m still out in California, surving out what feels like a sentence.  Except I can’t tell how long it’s going to last, until I finish grad school.  Considering the fact that I haven’t been accepted anywhere, that will probably take quite some time.
So in the meantime I’m still working at this video editing place, called Mad River Post.  We edit a lot of Nike and Miller Lite ads, among others…and a music video here and there.  I’ve been working on a short flick called “Taters Tots & a .22”  It’s fairly decent.  Just depressing.  This kid gets shot in the end in a drug deal gone awry.  He leaves behind a little kid.  It was loosely based on my friend Mark’s brother in law.  So, now that we’ve got all the cheerful stuff out of the way…
Was’up?  Any men?  I don’t have one good one, just too many so-so ones.  Except this one guy, who is really, really nice.  He’s funny  and all, but really really nice is not something you want to find yourself repeating about your lover.  you know what I mean?  I hope so.  I feel like a tramp for thinking this way, but what can I do?  I don’t know.  Maybe I should be practical.  He’s pretty well off, and is only going to be earning more as he gets older.  He’s good with kids, he gets along with his family, and he loves to climb shit.  (Rocks, walls, buildingsa, stairwells) which makes me laugh.  Ande he drives a tuck (very important) lives in LA and is an editor for my company down there, but sells screemplays to hollywood.  gee, how terrible.  I hate LA.  almost as much as I detest Florida.  (if Florida’s half as bad as I think it is, considering I haven’t been there.)  So, who knows?  He’s definitely a dork.  another something I don’t want to be saying about my latest thing.
But to change the topic…I’ve fallen to the most Californian thing I could do…I joined a gym.  My friends back east are laughing hysterically at me, but what can I do?  Everyone does it, and seeing as that everyone also owns a cellular phone, and I refuse to, I might as well cave in to this one.  But, the cool thing is, I get to take boxing.  Hee hee.  Can you see me beating the snot out of someone?  I can’t really, but I’m beginning to imagine it.