ive moved back to my original space. ill either be impaled or i wont right?

i have legitimately changed sides of the bed that i sleep on for fear of the picture frame. it has been worth it.

in other news i am drowning myself in 60s nyc culture. if i kill myself or get head lice that is why.

a friend of mine recently drew me a lovely picture that i wanted to display in my bedroom. so i framed it and decided to hang it above my bed. one of the many issues with living in an attic is that we have sloped walls. that is to say that my cute drawing encased in glass and metal now hangs precariously off, and i mean off, the wall directly over my slumbering head at night.

view from my pillow. terror.

im watching the ballad of ricky bobby on tbs by myself in a hot room smoking menthol cigarettes on the eve of americas independence. not great.

Mall cop? pilot?  Man in black?  Blues brother?  Waitress...

facebook chatting with my mother

Anne Alexander (10:53pm)

my seven days of restaurant law has made us very similar professionally

Barbara Alexander (10:54pm)

True that. By the way, love the new profile picture. Gotta go for now. love me

I need suggestions for the most obnoxious and nostalgic songs for my upcoming roadtrip.