New England newb
So, hi. It's been awhile...
I'm finally in Massachusetts and it's my birthday which kind of blows because I don't have any friends here to share the celebration with. I'm still waiting on a "happy birthday" phone call from someone, but I bet he already forgot about it. No surprise there.
My job is pretty sweet. For those of you who don't know what I'm doing here, and care to know, I am working at a paper for internship credit. That's right--a real life writer! It's not that exciting, except for the fact that I spent a half hour on the phone with the Director of Photography for "The Hip-Hop Project" and we talked about podcasts and the Black Panthers...ugh, AAAAND he's Jewish. Fuck--instant, unrealistic crush.
Anyways, I'm waiting around for my landlord to come pick me up because apparently she is my only friend out here and we are going out for my 22nd birthday. Fuck, I have now transcended out of my golden year and into a time period where birthdays don't matter anymore until you're over the hill. Ew.
I have attached some photos:
Entrance into my little studio...looks scary, but all it needs is a little power wash and then it wouldn't look so dismal.
The most beautiful street I've ever lived on.
Me in my bathroom. Hey dudes!
Living room to kitchen.
Living room to front door.
This is the bridge that I drive across to work everyday. I took it on such a crappy day and it's such a good view that I am going to retake it and re-post it later.
love.
I'm finally in Massachusetts and it's my birthday which kind of blows because I don't have any friends here to share the celebration with. I'm still waiting on a "happy birthday" phone call from someone, but I bet he already forgot about it. No surprise there.
My job is pretty sweet. For those of you who don't know what I'm doing here, and care to know, I am working at a paper for internship credit. That's right--a real life writer! It's not that exciting, except for the fact that I spent a half hour on the phone with the Director of Photography for "The Hip-Hop Project" and we talked about podcasts and the Black Panthers...ugh, AAAAND he's Jewish. Fuck--instant, unrealistic crush.
Anyways, I'm waiting around for my landlord to come pick me up because apparently she is my only friend out here and we are going out for my 22nd birthday. Fuck, I have now transcended out of my golden year and into a time period where birthdays don't matter anymore until you're over the hill. Ew.
I have attached some photos:
Entrance into my little studio...looks scary, but all it needs is a little power wash and then it wouldn't look so dismal.
The most beautiful street I've ever lived on.
Me in my bathroom. Hey dudes!
Living room to kitchen.
Living room to front door.
This is the bridge that I drive across to work everyday. I took it on such a crappy day and it's such a good view that I am going to retake it and re-post it later.
love.