my boss

officially thinks shes tracy jordan.

kill yourself

remember when i was so excited about spring...well im not anymore...because today is the first day of spring and its snowing. snow. seriously. kill yourself. i need to be warm. i need sun and sweat and margaritas.

sleepy

plane ride.
san francisco.
magazines and moon shoes.
plane ride.
new york.

random

every night when i walk home - there is a guy in a huge yellow - big bird - basketball player costume, handing out flyers on the street corner. i mean...he obviously gets paid for this...i picture him being a laid off banker or something really professional...who just needs some cash...

so yesterday there was a protest in front of the hoboken town hall...all these people were gathered together with signs and mega phones (is that a word) screaming about how mad they are that someone inside the building isnt doing their job.

and standing right in the middle of the crowd...obviously bored with his corner...was the yellow-basketball playing-big bird.

5 things

1-yesterday i bought chocolate made straight from the bean by amish looking lumberjack hipster brothers in brooklyn...drank beer at the coolest brewery i have ever been to...and saw david bryne...who was seriously...in the simplest of terms...on another level.

2. i love new york.

3. is it going to snow 9 inches?

4. dark was the night...is great. buy it.

5. this week...my mother and father...both engineers - lost their jobs. and i saw 13 people in my office get laid off...clean out their desks...call their families...and go home.