At a crossroads, between now and full fledged adulthood.

I don't want to take that step yet.

Watching X Factor on telly and it is strangely compelling, like American Idol times three, from what I can tell. I love how after every "You're in" or "You're out" Enrique Iglesias singing "I can be your hero..." comes on.

Also I can see the host's bra through her shirt.

All these beefy men in colorful shirts and tight jeans--normally gay but here they're just British.

Sad how happy I get when people make it. I share in their slow motion joy.

Ministry of Sound last night.

Two young whips making out on the dancefloor.

Flash.

An older portly man dancing by himself.

Flash.

A heartbroken girl wildly throwing herself around in manic motion.

Flash.

Antique mirrors, mannequins on swings, glow of colored lights above.