It’s makin’ me miss Long Island in the worst kind of way right now.  All I would need is “Sailor Tattoos” by The Movie Life to come on and I’d have a full blown nostalgiattack….

…I listened to it on youtube, someone find me my white studded belt, black low-top converse sneakers, and torquoise hoodie and take me to Quiznos to talk about boys and how everything is the worst. 

The Hoooooound. 

One of these days I am going to learn how to play that damn banjo. 

sometimes you sit in the office all day… and sometimes you’re asked to don a hardhat and boots.

i put my underwear on inside out today.  i turn twenty-four tomorrow. 

I went to the NYC Harvard Club (yes, it looks exactly the way your mind’s eye is picturing it) and met a man who has lived all around the world and currently lives in Cairo with his wife.  It was fascinating to hear about his life’s journey (so far) and all I could think about was how much I want out of this city. 

I just want to learn how to play my banjo and move down south.  

Getting my taxes done February 19th.  I really hope that I get back a decent chunk of change; mama wants a new tattoo. 

I miss the ocean and grass, literal surf and turf. I long for mornings out on the island.