Things I'm looking for...in an apartment.

Well, I never thought this day would come. I imagined myself living with Jamie and Shane forever. In our apartment. I talked to some bankers about a personal loan so that I could, maybe, BUY my apartment (relax, that's a joke. Even though I'm Jewish, I don't like talking to bankers). I imagined the three of us growing old together. Eventually, when they got married, and when I got married (look, it could happen...), I pictured our kids sharing the third bedroom...little Jewish running amok as whatever Jamie and Shane named their kids would sit idly by. Sigh.


But, it's not happening.

I mean, maybe next year after our separate stints, we'll reconvene at our apartment in the ghetto section of Astoria...but probably not. Oh, we're parting amicably...so don't worry about that. I hate them now as much as I hated them when I first moved in (jk jk jk).


AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Anyway, so now I'm looking for a new apartment. I'm sure you're curious so I'll tell you the bla bla bla of it all: movingNovember1.movinginwithLaura(afriendofKristyn'sfromPeaceCorps).stayinginAstoria.



As I peruse Craig's List and put myself on the market...I take stock of where I am and what I'm really looking for...in an apartment (an aside: Did any of you see that 'Oprah' a little while ago where she interviewed the girl who got raped from a Craig's List ad her ex-boyfriend put up? WHAT THE F IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?)

1) Two bedrooms. Yeah, Laura and I aren't gonna share a bedroom.

2) Two EQUAL size bedrooms. AHA! Now it's getting tricky. You thought this was going to be a piece of cake.

3) CLOSETS. Can I get an amen? Closets are apparently a luxury item akin to gold and diamonds when searching for apartments in NYC. My current apartment has...two public closets...and then each room also has a nice-sized closet. Growing up in CT, and going to school at communist AU (with rooms on campus that were ALL the same size and featured a full wall or drawers and closet space), I always had a closet. I thought closets were like air, water, walls, ceilings and floors (read: necessities)…but apparently not.

4) Wood Floors. Yeah…carpeting isn’t necessarily a bad thing…but wood floors are easy to clean and don’t hold stains like carpets (Was someone killed in this room at one point? I don’t get that red color…uh)

5) Windows. If I wanted to feel like I was in prison I would rough someone up and then shoot them. Actually…I might be more of a white collar crime type of girl.

6) NO BROKER’S FEE!!!!!!!! Do other cities besides New York have real estate brokers, and more importantly, real estate broker’s fees? I had an apartment in DC but it was in a building so there weren’t any up front costs…or, actually, maybe there were…but I wasn’t paying for it. UM.

7) LOCATION (location location). I would prefer not to be like…a 15 minute walk from the subway. If you’ve interacted with me in the mornings you understand why. If you’ve heard me bitch about carrying things, then you also understand why. If you’ve read this blog…well…you get where I’m going with this.

8) NO. ROACHES. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!! On the flip side…when people have come to look at my current apartment to see if they’d be interested in renting I don’t tell them about our past roach / mice problems unless they specifically ask. Don’t ask don’t tell (too soon?)

9) Not a billion dollars. A billion minus one dollars, perhaps. Or should I say perhapsly?

LET’S GET THIS BABY UP!

DON'T TREAD ON ME

Dear People Treading On Me / Occupying my Thoughts / Taking up my Dream Space,
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE STOP.

I try, very hard, or maybe I should very hardly, to be a good person. I really do. Please stop laughing! I hold doors for people (if my hands aren't full obvi...if they ARE full how am I supposed to hold a door for someone else? I can barely get through MYSELF).

I smile at people if they look sad / are old / a child.

I am a socially acceptable tipper.

I sort my recycling (unlike Jamie who throws MAGAZINES away and then makes Shane lie for her to our landlady...hehe jk jk. I mean, not jk about that happening...because it did...but mostly jk for calling them out. <3>

I try to be compassionate and listen to what my loved ones tell me...and sympathize with what they're going through. When they tell me via gchat that they don't know what to eat for lunch I am there, reaching through the computer screen, to hold their hands. When my loved ones aren't sure what do with their lives I am there, alongside them, looking at jobs on craig's list and editing resumes (I really DO that, ok?).

And what about moving? I've helped a few of you move into new apartments...even though I bruise like a PEACH and am not good at carrying things (small hands). I reason that I would like a friend who would help me move if I asked them...so I will BE that friend to my friends...I will be the change I wish to see in the world...bla bla etc etc.

Not to mention, the phone calls, and e-mails, and texts, and tweets, and gchat statuses and facebook statuses that I've dedicated to people I love. I LOVE YOU so why shouldn't I share that with everyone? Why not brighten your day if I can in some small way? WHY NOT?

This all being said, I would like to make a small request to people that have been treading on me lately (I would mention you by name but passive aggression is my forte AND I don't want to): STOP IT! GOD! I don't want you to dump on me anymore. I don't want you to accuse me of things I'm not doing. I don't want you to project your guilt on me and try to make me feel bad for things you did. F THAT.


I mean, in addition to the stuff listed above, I engage in some slight douchiness. I can't help it, ok? I am a human being and sometimes I fall off the wagon. BUT, I apologize when I feel I've been wrong and I own up to what I've done. Why can't you, treader-onners, do that, too?

And furthermore, why do you feel the need to bring me down with you? Let me into that Titanic lifeboat! Just because you're sinking doesn't mean I have to! Lest the people who I know who are reading this get all paranoid and think this is JUST about them, it's not.

People who I don't even know mess with me, too. Stealing my seat on the subway. Cutting me in line for lunch. Elbowing me on the street. WHY? What did I ever do to you?

Oh...well...you have a point there. But besides that, what did I do to you? Oh god. I forgot about THAT. SHIT. Well, just leave me alone ok?! GET OUT OF MY HEAD. It's not bad enough that we have less than pleasant encounters but then I steam about what went down. It's like it never ends!


(Did we realize there were three of these movies?)

DON'T TREAD ON ME. I am TRYING my VERY BEST to be GOOD and do WELL and LIVE LA VIDA LOCA. I AM A NICE PERSON. When you sass me and give me crap it makes it harder to rock and be awesome.

Sincerely, Beck E.

P.S. To a certain someone, the fact that you keep creeping into my dreams is unwarranted. I mean, I wouldn't put you there if I had a choice. I believe, therefore, that you are doing some type of witchcraft (and not the cool 'Harry Potter' kind) to haunt me while I try to rest my little head. OK. My head is big. But shutup.

It has recently come to my attention...

...that more people might be reading blog than EVER BEFORE. Kate shared a link of my blog on her facebook, and I've gotten some messages (hi, Patti!)...so I know you're out there. But, I'm not sure how I feel about this. On one hand, YAY more fans! MORE OF YOU. EGO EGO EGO. I AM SO AWESOME! I AM A WINNER!

On the other hand, MORE OF YOU. PRESSURE PRESSURE PRESSURE. I wish my google analytics thingy was actually working...because then I'd be able to track YOU and bask and cry in the glory of all of this.

In addition to this fame (do I have to wear sunglasses when I go out in public now? And a baseball hat? I look really horrible in hats. REALLY. HORRIBLE.), some other things have been going on that maybe you care about. Whoever you ARE.

1) Work. God, it is really intense at this new job. I know I bla bla'd about my job already, but did I mention all the work I'm doing? It's like...I get there and eat breakfast...and then immediately am DOING things. And, like, not only am I doing things, but in the back of my mind I have a list of things I know I need to be doing but I don't know how to do. Doing stuff isn't bad enough, but I have to anticipate not knowing how to do things that I'll have to a) learn how to do and then b) do? WOW. Did I really sign up for this? Work Work Work...but I think I get my first paycheck this week! HOORAYZ!

2) Football! I watched the whole game by myself on Sunday! And we won! Yes, 'we'! Well, ok. I don't want to lie. I watched almost the whole game. Jamie and Shane came home in the middle and...I got distracted. But then, I was right back on the couch! I was! Debbie will tell you! I don't want to jinx anyone...but I mean...if you were me...and say you'd watched two Jets games...and they'd won both of those games...but before those two games they'd been doing pretty badly...I mean...would you maybe start to think you were lucky...and...

I think you get where I'm going here.

3) Margaritas! I need more margaritas in my life! Forget the potential for brain freeze and the hangover that usually ensues the next day. Focus on the good times and the fact that you can say 'ole!' when you pound your empty glass on the table. Actually, if you go to Blockheads like I do, the cups are made of plastic...but I'm just trying to paint a visual image for you. for YOU. ALL OF YOU. GOD HOW MANY OF YOU ARE THERE?!

4) Dr. Phil. Remember when I used to watch 'Dr. Phil' all the time? And I used to say things like 'Do you want to be right or do you want to be happy?'. Yes I did that. It happened. Why would I lie about that? Well, I'm getting back into a little bit. See...they have this special feature on Tuesdays where they're doing a group therapy session with these Housewives...and...none of them know each other...and they have all these random issues...and they're all fighting with each other instead of working on their own issues and...I'm hooked.


5) Work. Sorry. I just can't get over this.

6) CELTIC FEST! Why don't I just move to Bethlehem, already? There's this huge house off Main St. with crazy yellow / green / gold wallpaper (Rebecca and I couldn't decide what it was)...and the rent is pretty cheap...did I mention the ceilings? Anyway, I went down there this past weekend to hang w/ Rebeccakins and the crew and go to the annual Celtic Festival...and it was good times. We wore stickers. We did car bombs. We danced (with high schoolers...don't judge!). We watched 'Daria'. We danced again. We saw men attempt to do the caber toss (they all sucked, didn't they?).


(Please note: beautiful kilt stickers that we're all wearing...I wonder who made those? ahem)

(so much green and plaid!)

(No joke, the band on stage at this time was called 'Enter the Hagis' teehee!)

7) Shit my dad says. So, do any of you read 'Shit my dad says' on twitter? Actually, it might be 'Sh*t my dad says'...so I hope I didn't offend any of YOU (who are you?!) with my bad language. Well, if you don't...you should. It's funny. Here: http://shitmydadsays.tumblr.com/
The guy who started that twitter account, also wrote a book...and I'm reading it for book club this month. If you are able to somehow get a copy of this from the library, and you have some spare time, or take public transportation, or want to practice reading, then I would say it's fine. Otherwise, please don't pay $15.99 for it...esp. because there are TWO typos I've noticed already. TWO typos and I'm not even done with the book!

In conclusion, I'm still being awesome. BYE!

J-E-T-S Jets Jets Jets!

Well, the Jewish new year happened a few weeks ago. As I sat in Temple, I thought about the past year.

It was a big let down, huh? I basically hate everyone that I met. I had nothing but bad times. I have horrible memories that are haunting me now. And I look like crap.

JK!

The opposite of most of those things is true! It WAS a great year and I kind of love everyone that I met and I did lots of fun things and people and...ew. Not people. TMI. But, fun things and went to new places and ate tasty foodz and drank cold beerz and you know, basically lived the life of a rockstar.

But, nevertheless, as I sat in Temple and took hold of my life...I realized there were some things missing. Though I just got my iphone, I have yet to learn how to type on it and really use it properly. I keep calling people by accident. I sent multiple texts instead of one because I hit 'send' before I'm done typing. I take pictures of the floor.

And, what about the lottery? I haven't won that yet ('yet' being the key word here). And what about my other half? No, not a guy. That's stupid. I mean my other half of that black and white cookie I bought? I bought it, put it away, and when I went to take it out the white part (read: the BEST part) of the cookie was gone! WHO ATE IT?!

And, what about sports? Yes. Sports.

If you know me, you're laughing because I'm not a sports person. And if you're Jason, and you're still not reading this (dude, seriously...what gives?!), you might tell a story about how last year when the Patriots were winning a BIG game of football I went into the other room of your apartment and took out a book so that I could read while the game was finishing up (to be fair: a) why did you put the game on if you knew I didn't care? and b) the book was 'Gilead' which is an awesome book. HOW could I have put it down?? how?!). And even if you don't know, and you're not Jason, you're probably still laughing because somehow you found this blog, and you've read some entries, and you know that I'm well versed in kittens and rainbows and reality TV...but not, sports. Though, isn't watching a sports game on TV kind of like watching a reality TV show? Nothing is scripted...

But anyway, as I sat, and reflected on what a great year I had / how I should try to be a better person (what does 'better' really mean, anyway?), I did have a thought or two about sports and how maybe 5771 could be the year that I start giving a shiz.

Flash forward to last weekend (see this is confusing now because we're going forward but we're talking about LAST weekend...just stay focused and you'll follow my story, I promise) where Debbie begged me (yes you did) to come out and watch football with everyone.

'I don't do that'
'You don't do what?', she asked. 'You don't hang out with your friends, and drink beer, and eat wings, and watch football?'.

Well, wait a second. I do all of those things minus the football part. 3 out of 4 isn't bad. But maybe...I could...could I?

'It'll be fun!!!!' Debbie continued to slur (she'd had a few beers...) 'And you can root for the Jets with me!!'
'The Jets?'
'Yeah, The Jets!!!'
'But, aren't The Giants a better team?'

And thus it began. Debbie decided to get into football last year, and since The Giants were coming down from a Superbowl victory, she decided to support the less popular team in town: The Jets. Having been a lifelong Mets fan, Debbie knew a thing or two about supporting a lost cause.

As we smushed into a crowded bar downtown (for my friends who watch 'Jersey Shore', please note that I said 'smushed into' not 'smushed in' a crowded bar downtown. Don't get the wrong impression), Debbie ran the rules of football by me as we watched The Jets play The Patriots. If any of you watched, you recall it was a good game and The Jets, surprisingly, played well and WON! WOW!

I looked around me. There were guys everywhere (WIN in and of itself). There were glasses of beer sloshing around. There were smiles. There was a sense of community. This was something I could get into! And, for the first time, this was something I WANTED to get into.

So as we buckle down for a new football season, this year I will be watching and rooting for THE JETS with Debbie and countless other fans. I will keep you posted on this new development. CAN I actually watch a game without being drunk and having wings shoved in my face? CAN I understand what's happening and retain information about plays and points?

WE. SHALL. SEE.


P.S. YAY Mark Sanchez!

ANOTHER ONE!

Hi Everyone!
I have another fan! AH! You don't know how excited this makes me. Seriously. It's not healthy the way my heart pitter-patter s when I read comments from anonymous people who have somehow stumbled on my blog (Debbie and I were musing: Did you guys find me because blogger recommended my blog to you?). THANKS for reading. Though, as you point out, there hasn't been much to read lately.

What happened was, I got a new job!!!!! YAY!!!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

At my old job, I was less busy...and didn't care...so I had plenty of time to blog. As you might note, lack of caring + no work ---> didn't necessarily mean I was blogging a lot...but I was blogging some. LOOK...just because I wasn't working didn't mean I wasn't BUSY with other things at my last job...like gchatting and online shopping and...facebook.

At my new job though, I'm busy + I care ---> I'm not going to blog there yet. I know. I know. I'm a rule follower. I'm lame. Bla bla. This is WHO I AM! But, like there is a lot of traffic by my desk so, like, people could SEE if I was BLOGGING! That would be bad! I'm on a PROBATIONARY PERIOD! AH!

(this photo offends me. who wears white socks with dress shoes? seriously)
Did I mention that I have free health care at my new job? OH YAYAYAY! I do! Speaking of my gig, here's a topic that will bore all of you but make me happy:

Things about my new job:
1) I have a cubicle. When I was in college I swore to myself that I would never work in a cubicle. I fancied myself an 'en plein air' type of gal who would never give into 'the man' and working in a traditional office. At my last job I had a desk with no real walls which meant that people came to my desk to talk to me all the time (I'm a huge deal, so this shouldn't surprise you). Sometimes, it was nice. But other times, I didn't want to be that popular. With my own cubicle, my back is free for people walking by to see (oh hey!)...but it's a bit harder to approach me. Hard-to-get is the new black in the workplace.

2) I work in a department! I didn't have a department at my old job. Sometimes people would 'claim' me when they wanted me to do things for them, but I was a gypsy...never knowing where I belonged...aimlessly wandering the professional landscape. Now, I have people that are obligated to answer my questions and work on long term things with me. YAY for obligations!

3) I think my boss had an accident when she was younger that resulted in the tip of her (yes, she's a lady boss and not a man boss. She's all you'd ever want, she's the kind you'd like to flaunt and take to din-nahr!..hehe...) finger being cut off and sewn back on. OK, so I have no basis for this really...except that I've noticed that the tip of my boss' middle finger is a different color than the rest of her middle finger AND her other fingers. What crazy shit did she get into that resulted in this? Is she in the mafia? Is she a pirate? OH MY GOD. IS she a pirate?! I will keep you posted.

(This is NOT business professional...tisk)

4) There's this woman, who is in charge of the office's petty cash supply, who doesn't know how to find clothes that fit her. Really...it's very odd. I watch 'What Not To Wear'...so I understand why pants do or don't fit or how blouses can make you look hot or like you're a dolphin. Now, we all know I can be like Sammi Sweetheart on 'The Jersey Shore' (aka, I'm the sweetest bitch you'll ever meet)...but in this case, I'm not just hating on this woman or making fun of her 'HEHE! LOOK AT HER! SHE LOOKS SILLY!'-no). The first day I met her she was wearing a jacket with sleeves that were WAY too big for her...(length-wise and volume-wise)...and I thought she didn't have arms! WTF. I wondered how she could count out cash without arms? I felt bad for her. Arms are pretty necessary for lots of things, not just counting Bens and Abes. The next day she was wearing a short sleeve shirt and...ARMS! She should really get a tailor.

5) My love of pork is preventing me from making friends. I normally eat by myself at my desk and use my lunch hour to walk around and go shopping with money that I don't have (yet). Contrary to the lonerish reputation that I'm making for myself, I actually AM a social person and would love to make some friends. After some gchat discussions, it was decided that I should eat in the kitchen because then even if I'm eating by myself I'm opening myself up to opportunities. But then the next day, I brought leftover twice cooked pork for lunch. The kitchen is Kosherish. 'OK' I said to myself. 'It's fine. I'll eat in there tomorrow'. But then the next day, I went and got a pork sandwich for lunch. 'OK' I said to myself. 'It's fine. I'll eat in there tomorrow'. And then the next day...WTF is my problem? Do I want friends or not?

6) I. HAVE. A. BUILDING. ACCESS. CARD. OHMIGAH! It is so cool! Since I was a young girl I've dreamed of two things professionally: business cards and an access card. When, I wondered, would the planets align and make my dreams a reality? When would the seas part, allowing me to pass through stormy waters and into the light of a new professional horizon? As far as the access card goes, Tuesday, September 14th is the answer to the above questions. A day that will live in history. As far as the business cards...who knows? But, like, whatever. I don't care. Stupid business cards. Stupid! But anyway, the ACCESS CARD is enough for now! I feel mad awesome as I approach my office and know I'm going to whip it out at any second (that's what she said?).

In conclusion, I managed to write another entry about nothing that is intimidatingly long (is that a word). THANKS FOR READING, everyone! (Especially Jason...who, as I predicted, still hasn't read any of this)

Things I've been doing

I've been having a grand 'ol time lately. So grand of an 'ol time that I haven't been blogging. BLAR BLAR BLAR...yes you all get it.

How many times can I start a blog entry detailing how I haven't been blogging lately? I guess you'll just have to wait and see.

Things I've been doing
1) Visiting Kate. God that was already two weeks ago. But I went to visit Kate. You know her? She's kind of related to me...unfortunately...I mean...OH HEY! I made the journey with White Cheez-Its in tow (after an impromptu GChat/Facebook survey revealed that Cheez-Its, and White Cheez-Its in particular, are where it's at) and had a wonderful time. We spent a lot of time lounging and laughing and watching '30 Rock'. Oh and we ate. And we took a walk to the river...

And then we sang songs with the word 'River' in them like 'Old Man River' and 'Cry Me a River'. Oh and then, and then!, we went to the Brew Pub that's down the street from Kate's apartment. I worked on my night cheese whilst sipping oatmeal stout. le sigh

2) Playing with miphone! This things just keeps getting better and better. First it was the phone itself that was exciting. So shiny. Nice screen. Good camera. Now it's the apps that are occupying my time. I'm all up on 'words with friends' (almost too much so...because I'm playing 5 games of scrabble right now and honestly, how can you do REALLY well at something if you're spreading yourself too thin? HOW CAN YOU? maybe a better question to ask is why I'm above cheating? I really want to win one of these sometime) and 'shake'. I also got this awesome app called 'the magic banana'. It's like the magic 8 ball but a banana! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! So you can ask it questions. It says I will be married in the next 5 years. Hear that fellas?


Oh and then I just BOUGHT Bejeweled. I know. I paid for an app. But it's already been worth it.

The only problem I have with miphone is wanting to taking pictures of it with the camera that's included in it. You can't take a picture of something with itself...you know?

3) Watching 'The Golden Girls'. The phase hasn't passed yet. And the situations these ladies get into keep getting funnier and funnier. Oh, Rose!

(My birthday is now in less than two months...so it's not really stupid to mention it yet...and it actually makes sense for me to ask you to buy this for me. I'm just being considerate...giving you enough time to find this shirt and get it... :) )

4) Not sleeping. I have convinced myself, apparently, that I'm a vampire zombie who doesn't need sleep. That's not true at all though. Well, the vampire zombie thing I'm not really supposed to talk about...but I DO need sleep. Typically I should have about 9 hours of sleep to be at my best. What happens then, if I consistently get 6 or 7 hours of sleep? Well...you're seeing the results right now. I really shouldn't a) look at miphone or b) my computer when I get home...but I do...and then I talk to people...and then...it's 12:30 and I have to get up for work at 7.

5) Getting a new job! YES!!!!!!!!!!!! I finally got a new job. FINALLY.

Let's watch this video in honor of the momentous occasion:



I'll be starting in less than two weeks so if any of you want to see me and celebrate with champagne or just drink champagne next to me while I celebrate...or are alcoholics and just need someone to pass the time with...or want to celebrate because it's a day of the week and have an extra bottle of champagne lying around (did I mention champagne?)...let me know!!


6)Going to DC. I might do another entry about it so...I won't go into too much detail.

7) Talking about 'Harry Potter'. Well, I unleashed the beast after I re-read 'Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows' in Cape Cod and now I can't seem to stop talking about Harry and 'Mione and Ronnykins. Add the fact that I'm going to Universal Studios to the Wizarding World of Harry Potter in February AND the additional fact that 'Harry Potter & The Deathly Hallows' is being released in theaters in December...

Can you really blame me?

Bringing home baby pt. 2

I don't know if I blogged about this...but a couple years ago I finally got an IPOD. Yes. An Ipod. Before this Ipod came into my home, I had a zen touch...by this company called Creative.
I was a little anti-Ipod because, like, they were expensive and...I thought I could get something similar for less money. Well, the zen touch WAS less money...but also broke about 5 months into me getting it (the LCD screen cracked...from the INSIDE...what does that even mean and how did I do that?!) and then Creative wanted to charge me money to fix it...

So I did some research...and I gave up my 'values'...and I settled on mipod. When it came time to download itunes and register mipod I decided to call it Baby. Baby seemed appropriate NOT because I'm a huge 'Dirty Dancing' fan, but because I felt like a parent bringing home a child from the hospital. I'd done a lot of work to get this contraption and now, I told myself, I'd love it like my own.

Baby and I have had some good times.

We're commuting buddies. Sometimes we sleep together. We share stories in the car. We work out together (the like 5 times that I've worked out in recent memory, Baby was there, right by my side) We've been to Honduras together. And DC. And California (oh hey!). And Israel. And Israel. And Israel. And DC. And DC. And DC. And DC. And Philly. And...god is this boring anyone else?

But like most families, there came a time for us to grow.

Enter, my new baby: miphone

Isn't SHE SO CUTE?! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I want to make that SQUEAKY noise that I make when I see babies or cute animals or glitter. MY HEART WANTS TO BURST OUT OF MY CHEST when I look at it!

But anyway...yeah. It's pretty awesome. Here are somethings that I like about it:

First of all, it's shiny.

Second of all, I bought this adorable case for it that's black and pink right now...but COULD be black and blue (Backstreet Boys what up?!) or black and silver (yeah, that's right friends...the case is interchangeable! SAY WHAT???).

Third of all, it allows me to play games AND send text messages in COLORS (I might even be able to insert pictures into my texts as early as tonight...will keep you ALL posted on that obviously).

Fourth of all, did I mention the games? (If anyone has an iphone and has 'words with friends' let's play scrabble together...preferably if we're actually hanging out so that we can be 'those' people that are sitting together and ignoring each other to play on their phones).

Fifth of all, I can now use my phone in public because I'm not ashamed of it flipping open and being from 2006.

Sixth of all, The camera takes REALLY good pictures! Look at this shot that I snapped yesterday when I was downtown being all hip and New York-er-ish


Seventh of all, I wish I could continue this but I kind of want to go play on miphone. In case you're curious, its name on my computer / in itunes will be Ditto. That's a reference to 'Ghost' / an allusion to the fact that mipod is already named 'Baby'...and miphone is also my baby.

That's more information than any of you care to know / have probably read so on that note...gonna go play with my new BABY. GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH