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My self-summary
i think i've almost figured it out,
What I’m doing with my life
managing a restaurant, writing funny material, constructing a record
The first things people usually notice about me
i've been accused of being cavalier
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
this is better IRL

spicy things
The six things I could never do without
when i first moved to the city, a round trip train ticket to-and-from princeton junction had cost me about eighteen dollars. a lot has changed since, i suppose. i don't often visit my hometown, and for some time now, my parents have come to visit me. i don't feel guilty about it one bit. they're never totally impressed but they are always content in company. when I leave home, they always bring me to the station and watch until i've waddled down the stairs and disappeared into the tunnel. they have always been consistent like that. i know because i always turn around.

it's a respect thing. on the other side of the track, i sneak in the cigarette i haven't smoked in days. it has become a tradition. i still purchase a hearst publication and a large coffee with an inch of milk. i still get a kick out of the reflection on the window that reads the company name backwards. i still pause between pages of the magazine to stare vacuously out a rainy window on a train car that pulls me back, towards new york.

after all these years, on this return trip, i still ask myself what the hell it is that i'm doing. a long shower with the perfect water pressure and a thorough shave will do that to you. mom's deluxe moroccan shampoo and dad's humble after shave: the way to go.

i still stare out the window - but it's different this time; maybe it is dramatic, though i sincerely doubt it. maybe it is mundane, which is perhaps most likely. or maybe it is romantic, because i secretly wish it were. (doesn't everybody?) maybe it's that after all these years, i've remained so insanely patient with myself that this static gaze has become almost masturbatory. ha,

oh, it's thirty-two dollars now (to get around.)

- from Tisnart Ln, drizzling still
I spend a lot of time thinking about
faraway places that seem familiar

pillows for stomach sleepers

On a typical Friday night I am
doing whatever i wanna do, gosh it's cool now
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
i pinch my tummy when i remember something i regret
You should message me if
you are curious, and like to laugh