things i thought about today...

It rained.

When men go in for a handshake, are they settling? Do they really want a hug?

Do I do the obligatory 9/11 post? Is it obligatory? Do I just mention that it rained today?

I'm moving to the west village... at 26... is that too late?

Everyone seemed a bit down today... Is it because of the weather?

Is midtown a grown-up thing?

Is it bad that I want the new Lincoln? Am I just trying to impress my grandparents?

Can't we just agree that it's not about the NY so much as the fact that it's pizza?

My parents are 51. That seems young to me.

Is credit the enemy? Still?

Are alcoholic popsicles really just an excuse to make popsicles? Like watermelon and jello and brownies? Is nothing sacred??!?! Can't fucking wait.

Do we need to know the difference between sustainable and tolerable?

Are free radicals really free?

Honestly. For real. Are there calories in vodka soda?

Is having a 'job' just an excuse to watch TV on the weekends?

How far would a billion dollars worth of health care reform really get me at a strip club?

If the last strip club I was at was unionized, does that make me a feminist?

When you say unionized... How many people would love to be a union organizer right now?

Are unions unionized? Does being a lesbian and objectifying women count against me as a feminist?

Will my 37" flatscreen fit into my west village studio (measuring 108" by 156")?

Pleats? Really???

The entertainment industry seems superfluous... And I want to write a screenplay. Does that make me an underachiever? Or just full of attainable asinine aspiration?

Is it bad that I want to box for a living? And by 'living', I mean, for the chicks...

Where ARE you?

Boxer briefs are not at all momentary. Or short. Or comfortable when wet.

Did I mention it rained today?

6 months......... a fraction of life... Epic. And so so momentary.

Oh my GOD this week was endless.

Who needs a vacation? (hands in the air....... oh, oh, oh - me!) K. How about 2 days off to move to the west village?

Hot roast beef and coleslaw pressed between hot iron plates. Yes. The sandwich.

Spackle.

Let's just agree to agree, ok?

Pleats?!?!?!????

Hoodies cure all ill.

If I had a piano, I wouldn't have a blog, I'd have an empire (as everyone moved out of the apartment complex around me).

What a fucking day.

I love you.

Like. Even in pleats.

What? Yeah. I know. Confusing.

Rock on, rockstar.