I'm in Paris.

(It never gets old.)

Procrastination during Reading Week is often beautifully productive in all the wrong ways. For example, I randomly found the following rant or list or attempt-to-channel-Faulkner in my large stash of discarded journal entries. They're the retarded children I hide on my hard drive who crawl out every once in a while to make a big fuss in my head ( Read more... )

Before the strike ended about twenty-four hours ago, when the buses and trains finally set in motion, I managed to cross out of Brooklyn, through Queens, and into Manhattan over the Queensboro Bridge in a rampant fit of restlessness and Doris-rescuing. And then I did it twice more the very next afternoon.  Of course, the second and third time there ( Read more... )

I'm updating my livejournal in between classes instead of finishing the homework that's due in... half an hour.  But that's college for you. Or maybe that's still just Hunter ( Read more... )

Somehow it's been over a month since I last bothered to write here, a month in which surprisingly a lot has happened, the details of which I am going to covertly and annoyingly keep to myself (mostly because I can't remember anything ever ( Read more... )

It has finally, finally rained in New York.  God has finally stopped turning his ass towards us and decided it was high time to flood the whole fucking metropolitan area ( Read more... )

Alas, behold the product of a week of boredom and disability.  I missed this semi-public forum of expression. Yay for being an attention whore ( Read more... )