i've woken up on one too many floors, but my favorite was yours.

[ceiling_stars]

so ends another whirlwind trip to new york city; i've got new shoes for everyday and hope for my existence as a starving writer. notable: this song fit remarkably well, the weather could not have been more perfect, conversations were lovely, and i managed to stay off of lafayette.

i leave in exactly three weeks. if you want to be really awesome and make me an air travel mix or lend me a book, here is your chance. in return i will bring you back something extra cool.

"i don't want to repeat my innocence. i want the pleasure of losing it again." --f. scott fitzgerald, this side of paradise.