Listening to some Vampire Weekend.
Inside the Boston Public Library.
All snuggled up in my brother’s sweatshirt and my new $5 Tar-zhaaaay beanie.
Belly filled with deliciously overpriced mall Indian food.
I think if you looked up “smug contentment” in the dictionary, you’d see this:
Oh blog, I missed you. I’m sorry I pulled out the skank card and was tramping it up with my paper version of you for the last few months. I can explain, really. Life’s been cray-cray lately, but I kind of miss this good ol’ blog. I think I am going to make more of an effort to update it, as much as I can with this crazy schedule o’ mine. At least as a chronicle of the things I’m doing, as most of my friends think I’m some sort of Carmen Sandiego and apparently have no idea where I’m residing right now?
And I guess I’m not making that easier on them by sitting in the Boston Public Library, but I’m all ‘bout that cryptic-ness.
So until then, friends, or whomever still reads this blog….
Peace out homeslices!
love love love!