betta believe

my new boss says i can keep a fish in my cube. i'm excited. i have so much love to give.

manic zone

i don't sleep i just act like a psycho all night

Silver airways

I'm on a horrifyingly small plane about to head to Charleston for Cathy's bachelorette party. They are literally moving people around the plane for "weight balance issues."

iz

today i spent 3 hours trying to install the correct driver for a printer and another 2 hours looking for a fake candle in a mountain of equipment boxes. first effort was eventually successful but the second was not.

there's this man at work who always insists on listening to hawaiian music in the shop, especially when he's wound up. today we listened to the pixar "Lava" song 3 times in a row.

Rainy Sunday chores with gentlemen

Another southern moment: I'm sitting in an auto repair in Ocoee waiting for my tires to be changed and an older man in a veteran cap comes over and apologizes for the language he just used - he had cursed and not noticed that I was sitting here. Naturally I had been too preoccupied on Tinder to even notice.

wdi

any job where i can wear my beyonce shirt to work is a good job

the theory of everything

Sunday night kev and i watched the theory of everything, the stephen hawking biopic, and it made me feel like this is a sick sad world, which i don't think was supposed to be the intent of the movie.

at a count of three, this has been a record-breaking movie-watching week for me, which means i must need a lot of escape these days.

talking flower

saturday night i went to universal studios by myself and drank 40 oz of beer in harry potter world and then talked to a girl on stilts dressed as a flower in the dora the explorer parade for a long time. she's from virginia. 

back to grown-up

hopelessly shuffling through a pile of papers, some upside down, others backwards or just plain out of order, i think i just had the revelation that i think i need a 3-ring binder

with visor

how long do i have to live in florida before i start wearing full-body camo?

shh

I've decided once and for all to not watch movies with people anymore outside of the theater, because they're always talking through it, particularly the emotional parts, or opening things or crackling things or checking their phones and I'm a huge hardass who needs to be alone all the time.
But hey at the age of 27 I just finished Star Wars IV-VI (non-consecutively).

27 weddings

i received a new wedding invitation yesterday, which i am reallly excited about attending in january. it will be added to my pre-existing wedding itinerary, which was the bachelorette in LA in july and the wedding in TX that just happened this past weekend, cathy's bachelorette party in SC in three weeks, my housemate's wedding in december in FL, then this new wedding in january, and then cathy's wedding in LA in april. i have an invite to another in LA in early november that i think i will have to decline because it's so far geographically but so close chronistically to thanksgiving. naturally, i spent this evening watching '27 dresses' because i hear that's relevant. there was a part of the movie when i was mentally screaming to myself, THAT'S ME THAT'S ME, and just at that moment was when the movie music cued VALERIE by amy winehouse.

moving weeks

I think I've lived a million lives in the past two+ weeks. After a year of having one foot in and one foot out of New York, I finally moved out of my apartment in Bushwick. I had conversations in the street with my Puerto Rican neighbors, who lent me their grocery cart so I could take packages to the post office and told me, I'm gonna miss you, girl. I discovered that the person who dumped me two months ago can always find new ways to be cruel, but that I have an entire orbit of friends who will drop everything to offer counsel, corroboration, indignation, home-cooked meals, irresponsible amounts of alcohol, their sofas, and the keys to their apartments. I left my belongings in piles around the neighborhood and they were whisked away to new homes, so evidence of my existence there lives on in the paleontology of my cups and bowls and clothes. On my last day in the city I bawled into the arms of my yoga teacher. Two weeks spent mired in the meditative state of subway travel, practicing yoga every day, feeling emotionally raw but receiving kindness from all around, I feel like I came out at the end of the tunnel wiser and also kinder.