03-17-07| 8:27 pm

I spent the week in jamaica, drinking rum and pina coladas, telling the locals how lucky they were, dancing in the turquoise carribean. In the morning, the afternoon, late at night. I am not drunk, I am perfect, exhilarated, complete. Watch me twirl in the sand, it is dark but the ocean is warm and here, I have everything I will ever need. Dance with me--we can't see the moon but the stars burn close enough to touch and I think we will be illuminated.

"I am going to live here," I told everyone, and I meant it. I am going to live in a beautiful place and do simple things and when I am feeling quiet, alone, anything; I am going to look at the sea.