A friend of mine posted this on Facebook, and I thought it might be relevant to some interests.

HAPPY AMANDA NEW YEAR GUYS, AMANDA IS NOW OFFICIALLY TWENTY-SEVEN.

I hate lazy artists suffering only from their goddamn inability to learn new techniques.

Apparently the MTA is shutting down entirely at noon tomorrow; I've never heard of them doing that before.

My roommate is sending me ominous BBMs speculating that we may lose power/internet on Sunday, and I am responding with a series of scared emoticons.

You know your life is kind of pathetic when you're grateful to a hurricane for legitimizing your lack of a social life.

Yup, I totally felt it too, but I thought I imagined it or was having heart palpitations or something.

I have nothing interesting to state.

Deus caritas est.

Thanks to all the rain from the past week or so, the front yard is overrun with mosquitoes, and now I keep feeling something crawling on me and I itch all over.