Dear Diary,
Here is the problem with airport security. This morning, I'm standing in the Oakland airport waiting to go through the metal detector. The nice security man makes me take off my hoodie and my belt and my shoes and put them through the machine. He was like, "so you'll know exactly what do next time, right?" How was he supposed to know that I have been through airport security about 20 times in the past month? And never had to take off my sweatshirt and shoes. Anyway, the point of my story is that I got home and found my jacknife in my purse. While airport security was busy making me strip down to my camisole, I carried a knife onto the plane. Misplaced efforts anyone? Great, now the dept. of homeland security is going to start reading my website.
I'm back in Seattle. For four whole days!! Does she ever quit? Apparently not.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
So here I am, in San Francisco, the town I have heard bragged about all year by one Rafael Cuevas. Unfortunately everything he says is true and it is a really amazing city. All the houses are all cute and stuck together, all the budweiser neon signs incorporate the rainbow somehow. We walked to the Japanese Garden and had jasmine tea and it was an adorable day. The more I travel, the more conflicted I get about what I'm going to do with my life. So far I plan on living in London, New York, South America, Seattle, and Portland, there is simply not room on my list for another city. However, this means I have lots of options for where I could end up and be happy. Mostly I just want a dog, a man, a baby and my own set of matching mojito glasses. In that order.
Love,
Diana