I finally cleaned my room, which was excellent considering that I have found it is far easier to function in a space which possesses some sense of order, however minimal. Since I had around two hours at my disposal, the results were pleasing. I was so proud of myself that I took a few pictures, which I will post at some point later.
Thought: Was there anything cooler than Old New York?
Picture this...and red wine.
I keep thinking about how insane it was that prohibition actually happened. Like, pause with me for a moment on the subject. So, there was a point in time when it was illegal not to mention socially unacceptable to consume alcohol. Now if you live in New York City in an apartment close enough in proximity to a liquor store, you can get alcohol delivered to your door. Oh, how times have changed.
Hannah, now I know why you want to hear The Velvet Underground's record. I wish I were alive for this.
[...and is that Edie dancing in the background? You can totally see Warhol, backwards blonde wig and all.]
Today I got my backpack back from Angel, it has been in his room since the SOA protest in Georgia. Am in the midst of writing a short story/ article type deal on the subject. I'm happy to be reunited with two pairs of my best beat up leather boots and my iPod. Have been listening to a lot of Nouvelle Vague today. Why is it so cold again...
A certain local radio station is apparently raffling off tickets for the Grateful Dead reunion tour, would really like to see them play.
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