dear people and close close friends whom i failed to email before leaving (and, in particular, clark price, whom i've owed a phone call for a solid eternity):
i'm off to denmark with me mum. my mother's one requisite for hotels is that they have internet access, but since only one hotel has been booked, i'm not so sure how accessible the internet is actually going to be.
given that and the matter of my little 163 day posting streak (a streak that seemed far more impressive before i realized it was only 163 days long), i've done a mighty madcap thing and dug into the archives so that in my absence you can experience (drumroll, please)... OitC: THE GREATEST HITS! subtitled: the last four years of our lives.
prepare yourselves. there's tears and eyeliner and ashlee simpson and curses galore. i may even pop in from denmark every now and again, who the hell knows. so check back often. scroll down all the way. if you're pining, go read the archives. stay tuned for norman mailer week at finding jackie. keep an eye on flickr. leave comments. be awesome. and eat cupcakes.
LOVE LOVE LOVE.