Piles of clean laundry have been sitting in my room for days waiting to be folded.
I'm into hip-hop music again.
How I wake up each day colors the rest of the day.
I love sleeping but I still stay up late, usually talking.
I don't listen to my ipod in the subway anymore.
Today was lucky.
Spackling is a new favorite word. It's like spectacular and sparkly and spastic.
I carry around a one-time use camera.
I have doubts about the future.
I have a lot of romantic ideas.
I like talking to my parents more.
Everybody I talk to knows like one person in the Peace Corps.
I make people laugh even when I don't expect it.
Last year around this time I was thinking about being Bonnie, and Clyde.
I sold my tripod.
I have a lot of clothes I want to give away.
I like landline phones more.
My room isn't decorated.