So I don't want to come home. It is so amazingly beautiful down here, I can't even describe it. I got to see zha, and even the hour and a half drive to Tuscon was beautiful. I suppose I'll get used to it, but desert and mountains are gorgeous to those of us accustomed to grey, clouds, and dilapidated buildings. Paul and I have an apartment. I probably have a job. I sat by the pool and read yesterday, and when I got too hot, I dipped in and got back out. Then took a nap in the sun. I love it here. There is so much to do, and it's all so close together. There's nothing to do in Dayton. Well, a few things, but not like this. I was in San Diego for the first time last weekend visiting my cousin. Who just bought a condo. Got to go to the beach. Actually, three different beaches in two days. And there was so much to see. I wish I had more film. I could have easily taken three roles in two days out there. But I miss Paul, and Tosha, and don't mind going back knowing that it's only for two more months. And then a move across the country. I think it's now beginning to feel real.

I fly tomorrow. My parents fly Saturday. So does my sister. All to different places. This whole thing is so weird. We're at war. I don't know what to think or how to feel about that. Will this be like the Gulf War? Will we see images from the tanks on t.v.? Sometimes I don't like how modern our world has become.

My boss said something really great to me today that also made me sad. He said that no matter what I did, I would be incredibly successful. And I thought, what am I doing wrong? Why am I not successful right now?

OK, this is a silly little thing Paul sent me, but it gave us minutes of fun at work. Try it, I bet you giggle out loud. I'm Cheeseball Chickentush.




The following in an excerpt from a children's book, "Captain Underpants and the Perilous Plot of Professor Poopypants" by Dave Pilkey. The evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names...

Use the third letter of your first name to determine your New first name:

a = poopsie
b = lumpy
c = buttercup
d = gidget
e = crusty
f = greasy
g = fluffy
h = cheeseball
i = chim-chim
j = stinky
k = flunky
l = boobie
m = pinky
n = zippy
o = goober
p = doofus
q = slimy
r = loopy
s = snotty
t = tulefel
u = dorkey
v = squeezit
w = oprah
x = skipper
y = dinky
z = zsa-zsa

Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name:

a = apple
b = toilet
c = giggle
d = burger
e = girdle
f = barf
g = lizard
h = waffle
i = cootie
j = monkey
k = potty
l = liver
m = banana
n = rhino
o = bubble
p = hamster
q = toad
r = gizzard
s = pizza
t = gerbil
u = chicken
v = pickle
w = chuckle
x = tofu
y = gorilla
z = stinker

Use the fourth letter of your last name to determine the second half of your new last name:

a = head
b = mouth
c = face
d = nose
e = tush
f = breath
g = pants
h = shorts
i = lips
j = honker
k = butt
l = brain
m = tushie
n = chunks
o = hiney
p = biscuits
q = toes
r = buns
s = fanny
t = sniffer
u = sprinkles
v = kisser
w = squirt
x = humperdinck
y = brains
z = juice
For example, George W. Bush's new name is Goober Chickenshorts.

My Natasha leaves today on vacation and returns just hours after I leave for mine. I will not see her for 20 days. This is the longest we've been apart. I hope we can manage.

At 7 this morning I was awakend by another round of Olympic Sex from my neighbors upstairs. I got up to pee, but it's even louder in my bathroom. Very few times will you ever see me on a toilet with my ears plugged. I just wasn't in the voyeristic mood that early. I buried my head under my pillow and was able to fall back asleep. Only to be awakened again two hour later by a new sport. Olympic Fighting. Things were being thrown, there was much yelling. I wondered what could have possibly happened to change the mood so drastically. And then I remembered that I didn't care.

And this is also the last season of "Friends." Good God, am I going to have to start READING?!?