the old country

so yes, i finally have a place to hang my hat that is not someone else's couch. a lovely apartment in the lovely washington heights. you are all invited, expect that most of you aren't because my roomate is allergic to boys and won't allow them in the apartment. but yeah, in theory...

the nostalgia for brooklyn (where i am still sleeping, incidentally) has set in quite seriously, in the usual trivial ways. i like thinking about the BK much more than living here, it seems...