Time for a new blog, since i cant do anything productive.

grumble. More than anything else in life, I hate looking for a job. I get hung up on obsessivly on writing the cover letter to death, or on finding 100 jobs and applying for none. I need to breathe. I need to stop checking SG every 2 minutes. I need to stop playing my Super Mario emulator.

Unfortunatly, I moved up here with no job because
A. ive got an ever decreasing amount of scratch stored away,
B. whose gonna hire you when you havent moved,
C. I am now portable, with a fancy laptop loaded with apps. did i mention my ipod got pickpocketed? if i got mugged for my precious lappy, id probably crumple and die. and move in with my parents, 17 hours away.
but most importantly,
D. I knew how every day of the next year would play out if i did not.

Posite Thoughts.
Im here. better late than never.
My apartment is mad cheap, for here. a stones throw from what i was paying in philly.
I have a host of new coffee shops to go to.
I didnt move into the loft that just got shutdown by its new owner, leaving about 200+ people instantly homeless.

but i dont feel at home. and wont till im doing something rad.
so how does a town that is comprised of people feeling homesick make you feel at home?


point the fact out that were all from someplace else. this is the pinboard in the Wycoff Starr Cafe.