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.

Harman

Here I am, a refugee on Rothy's couch yet again, a little over 2 months since the last time. I was thinking today about how there's nothing better in the world than your friends' indignant rage on your behalf. And, if anything, this year has proven that in New York I have the best damn friends.

mew

Tia kept me up all night crying outside my door. I wouldn't let her in because as soon as she comes in she wants to go back out. She came by at least 4 times and was back in the morning, crying and trying all the different vocalizations in her vocabulary to see if any of them would magically open the door. She pawed at the door and stood up and pounded with her hands and small body weight. I couldn't feel mad with her because she's lonely because no one in this apartment loves her anymore and I can commiserate because it's the worst feeling. 

I am a sentimental man

Moving day 8:
I find myself having trouble throwing away used and half-empty red hair dying supplies

wah

i need to chilltf out

boa

i need to stop losing everything

SD&P

The shop lead of my new team told me today that everyone loves me. This is a refreshing change. I like this team too.

wendies

wendy appears to be a common name in the south. my mentor's wife. my roommate's mom. my friend's coworker. also, there are a lot of red cars here.