HAHAHA I am not dead! Thanks, guys. You have got to be the single most random group of people I've ever met. Ever. Thanks, Ben. Our address for all interested parties and potential stalkers is:

181 Bravington Rd.
London, UK W9 3AP

Lauren has had many, many more marriage proposals and many a drunken Irish man has offered to leave his wife for her. Well, at least I think that's what he was saying. Lauren and I also (lauren caught this) think that one of the guys from Snatch comes in her pub. Sorry, I can't think of his name but I think he had lots of gold teeth. And, Leigh Ann, do me a huge favor and listen to the last track on some Badly Drawn Boy albumn (but not the abt a boy strk) and tell me if they sample from radio or something. See, Jonathan was a Radio One d.j. for three years and they sample his show on the last track of one of their c.ds. But I can't verify this.

Ashley aka Dame Edna is insane. Lauren and I were plotting flinging our poo out of our third story onto the windsheild of her car last night.

Ha ha...Jonathan took me out for curry on saturday but for my birthday he let me pick out whatever I wanted from a grocery store for dinner. I had canned corn, frozen pizza, and cottage cheese. He was horrified but it was good.

There are cool Donnie Darko promos up everwhere here. can't go anywhere without running into that creepy rabbit. Has it not come out here at all? Anyone know?

And family, don't despair, i am doing culturally inspired things when i can. Jonathan (third time i've mentioned him??) took me to Hampstead Heath on Sunday. We saw John Keats' house but it was closed for renovations. Nevertheless I saw the tree he supposedly sat under to write "Ode to a Nightengale." The Heath itself is 220 acres of beautiful, beautiful green land. From Parliament Hill you can see the skyline of London and because of some antiquated law you can see St. Paul's as well. There was also this really tall, kinda spooky hill with a fence around it. I drug Jonathan up there and stood in awe. I told him that it felt like the kind of place that a knight would be charged with some noble but deadly course of action. He rolled his eyes and told me I needed to get out more. As it turns out, some famous queen is buried there. and she died in a noble action. so there.

i had a splendid birthday. watched casablanca with jonathan. neither of us had seen it. and he bought me radiohead's "the bends" and Tess of the D'Urbervilles.

have to go now. love ya!