It's not all Friends-Only, but all of the juicy stuff is.

And admit it-you're only here for the juicy stuff.

Incidentally, I think juicy is one of the grossest words ever.

So I know I made that disclaimer about not being offended if you don't read my new journal, but there are some of you who are clearly just not adding me out of spite.

Seriously, I'm never posting here again. And you're going to miss me and all of my Friends-Only entries sooner or later.

But mostly sooner.

evelynnash, fools.

Okay. I've made a post on evelynnash. I think I'm going to start using it. For real.

Please add me if you like me. If you don't like me-if you find yourself filtering me out of your entries or skimming my journal 'cause I'm so mundane-feel free to pretend like you never saw this. I'd rather have a small Friends list full of people I love than a ( Read more... )

I'm right in the middle of hardcore making a mixtape of the best Bush songs for one of my friends who completely missed the 90s, and I can't believe I'd forgotten how much I love them. I mean, when people ask me about my favourite bands growing up, Bush is usually right behind silverchair on my list, but I always kind of laugh about how crazy- ( Read more... )

My friend Meredith left me alone in her apartment last week while she went home to Idaho and totally failed to bring me back a tie-dyed t-shirt covered in wolves howling at a full moon. Still, living in her apartment has taught me how to kill cockroaches with miscellaneous household items such as boxes of oatmeal and toilet seats, so I can't ( Read more... )

No one in New York City has an air conditioner. And they don't even realise how weird that is, despite the fact that the weather here is about ten thousand times worse than it is in Ohio. (Although to be fair, the heat in Ohio affects us more because we all weigh 9,000 pounds ( Read more... )

Today was the day that had to happen to make me feel like I made the right decision about staying. I woke up at 10:30 and took a shower in a bathtub that I like a hundred times more than the one I just left in Chelsea, mostly because it looks like Meredith actually cleans hers. It also doesn't hurt that there's a window in the far wall of the ( Read more... )

The Boyfriend dropped me off at our friend Meredith's apartment this afternoon after a morning of cleaning and packing and sweating and stuffing an entire apartment's worth of accumulation into a rented gold minivan. He just wanted me to get rid of my plants, but I explained that growing things is like being in a relationship: you put in a little ( Read more... )

I finally gave up on my Maybe-Future-Roommate™ on Tuesday and got myself a sublet. Even before I saw it, I knew that I'd love it, because: a) it's in Park Slope, which is expensive and hip and filled with trees, b) it's with a writing major, and c) the writing major has a dogI packed my life up this morning and paid some smelly guys to move it ( Read more... )

I have exactly five days until I have to be out of my apartment, and I still don't have a place to live. I'm the type of person who's always looking for signs-not to tell me what to do but to tell me that I'm making the right decision. I don't actually believe in signs or fate or any of that jazz, but I always want those little affirmations to ( Read more... )