Dispatches from the Dead Twitter/Letter Room

What the what? I have no idea.

Today is one of those days when I say that little rhetorical, pointlessly ego-reflexive prayer aloud: "Dear God, it is perfect here. Why would I ever want to leave?"

Ladies who fall off of their ridiculously tall shoes and injure themselves: who do you have to blame?

Saw two be-hoodied individuals making out in the park as I walked home this afternoon. That is so mysterious and hot. Girls in love? Guys? One of each? The androgyny is intriguing.

Tomorrow morning I'm heading to New York City for a couple of days to hang out with a few friends. It promises to be a weekend unlike any other I've ever had.

I'm staying at a hotel in Rockefeller Center. If I don't see Tina Fey, I will be severely disappointed. I know it is fiction, but still.

"Gone, gone to New York City, where you gonna go with a head that empty? Gone, gone to New York City, where you gonna go with a heart that gone?" Lyrics by Conor Oberst, kind of.

Currently Listening to:
Vampire Weekend by Vampire Weekend