What if you could hook up twitter to your brain to collect all your thoughts under 160 characters?

Newman's Own pineapple salsa is much sweeter than that organic kind I got last time.
Maybe Glee will redeem television.
I hope it's sunny on Saturday.
What book should I read next?
My roommate made peanut butter cookies! I wonder if she will notice if I take one.
Man. That free haircut service still hasn't gotten back to me
My roommate's mom is in town. Is it awkward that I'm sitting here?
Just got offered a cookie. Delicious.
I wish I were at the Grizzly Bear/Here We Go Magic show now.
The girl from Ponytail is so cute!
Maybe I'll cut my hair off.
I wonder if you could put a peanut butter cookie in a milkshake.
Psychologists should look to twitter to learn more about the human psyche. Free data.
I was just commenting that I rarely see dead animals in NY. Then a dead bird appeared on the patio. Gross.

I've switched to one space between sentences. I have mixed feelings about the change. Part of me feels like a traitor.
A glass of white wine while sitting at the computer. classy.
Computer battery dangerously low.

Ever have one of those moments?

Those 'what the hell?' moments? Yeah. I feel like I get those about 7 times a day now, but last night and today really took the cake.

What the heck am I doing back at the Strand?
back in New York?
living with a stranger again from Craigs List?
trying to fit a full size mattress down the world's steepest and tiniest stair case?
waiting for the free IKEA shuttle at 8:35 when apparently the last one leaves at 8:30 (even though the store closes at 9:00)?
in a subway turnstile with 30 pounds worth of wooden planks haphazardly tucked under my arms?
in an apartment without a microwave?
with less money in my bank account than when I was a student?




















nothing but a pack of cards?

Here we go again...

Packing. I feel like it's all I do. As I might have mentioned in a previous post, since graduating (just last May, mind you--less than a year ago), I've lived in 3 apartments in Brooklyn and 1 house in Takoma Park, Maryland. Monday, I move again. That will be my 5th address in a year, and that's not including the brief stint at home for Christmas or at my friend Alex's before moving into my new digs in DC.

The past four months have flown by in a whirlwind. Amazing internship, amazing people at work. I'm 22, and I've already had my dream job, and now I have to leave it behind. I worked at NPR. NPR! Now, I head back to the Strand bookstore in New York

My dad half jokingly said I should write down my experiences... maybe serialize it or something. It could be partly humorous, but mostly just sad, confusing, anxious, and maybe even a little hopeful. A real bildungsroman, as they say.


and this time around,
one year out of school
hours upon hours spent on Craigs List
six Brooklyn apartments visited in 24 hours
fifty pounds of books to transport
one bed and one desk to buy
one new person to learn how to live with
1280 per month to live on
too many people to leave behind

This is not a poem, but is there still poetry?














Smith Street in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn -
my new abode

This one's not a sublet though... maybe I'll be there longer than four months... maybe. But then again, what would be the adventure in that? To settle or to stay transient and prone to every passing whim and overwhelming fancy?