Dear Katrina,

[i_wokeupina_car]

Let me start out by saying how much I hate you. I can't stand the fact that you leaving has left me feeling.....alone. I hate that I walk by an empty room. I hate that there is no one that accepts how crazy I am, or even knows how crazy I am. I hate that I don't know how to go through a whole week without seeing you. I hate that we have talked on the phone 4 times in the 3 hours you have moved out. I hate that my equation of life=work+jared+katrina. Life, and people are always changing. I hate that I am so disconnected from myself. I hate that I found security in you, and I hate that my subscription to my antivirus has expired. And stealing a line from Julia Stiles, "But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - - not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all."

Happy Bat Mitzvah
-Andrew

DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE

"Coney Island"

Sitting on a carousel ride without any music or light.
Everything was closed at coney island, and i could not help from smiling.

I can hear the atlantic echo back roller coaster screams from summers past.
And everything was closed at coney island, and i could not help from smiling.
Brooklyn will fill in the beach eventually and everyone will go except me.