neighbor bro

My neighbor and I ran into each other. He was wearing a dude tank top and an ipod strapped to his arm, home from jogging along the East River Path, and I was wearing an NYU shirt and bike shorts, wheeling my new bike and still flushed from the yoga class. He mistook me for one of his own and invited me to a party this thursday. Should I become a 26th St bro?

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334 E 26

I moved into my new room yesterday. Jason dragged himself to Manhattan to help me mid-hangover, pushed a cart of my belongings for 15 blocks through a street fair and a PETA protest, and passed out on my bed before I could get sheets on it. He is a really good friend.

I live on the 18th floor, with south-facing windows to look at downtown and the East River. Here is a picture I just took of myself. You can see, what, Greenpoint across the water.

I'm coming to Chicago June 6-15 and I hope you'll spend some time with me if you are reading this, because it means you are one of maybe three very close friends.

week of j lee

jason's birthday is probably over by now. tonight's party at jason adam stella dan's place was great because it had several versions of birthday sex by jeremih. it's 6 AM and i am moving today.
am i really unfun or very open and dreamy? i keep getting conflicting impressions from otherZ

"whole fucking summer", 2008

last summer i made a meticulous journal of every day of my summer, starting with crying in murphy's pub and ending with a sweaty first day in my nyc dorm. today was my second day of summer, 2009.
yesterday i dropped off my last paper, which was about wile e coyote and americans and shit. i worked 1-9 and then i went to karaoke with Jason and all his friends in new york. It was an unprecedented ball even though i didn't get to sing "i will always love you", the dolly version (i had practiced). today i woke up early as usual. i borrowed a horrific Alaskan ID from patty for jason's birthday celebrations.
michael quattlebaum jason and i raided the bins of stuff people from my dorm tossed. michael got three rugs and two mattress pads and a cleopatra halloween costume. jason got an amazing set of speakers and an ipod alarm clock. i got a ton of shit that is now daunting because i have to move out sunday, including some dishes, a wooden spoon, an unopened dvd of Il Postino... the most astonishing thing we found was a pack of Plan B birth control, which for those of the ladies who haven't been there, is 50 dollars a pack. Why some lazy girl threw it in the bin, I will never understand. I took it. hope it isn't expired and i get pregnant :X
Anyway we made fish tacos and went out to party. the alaska ID did not work. the night was chill; considering it's a tuesday i think that's allowed. after the party i came home and raided the food bins: got a lot of popcorn, pasta, olive oil (considering my episode earlier this week when i broke an entire quart on the floor, i deserve this one) and trader joes natural pop tarts. time for my nightly bicycle crunches regimen, and a pop tart.

ARE YOU BORED YET

mr lonely

my name is naomi. do you have a friend?
no. we just moved here. i don't have a friend.
i don't have a friend. and irving gland across the street doesn't have a friend either. we play together because, neither of us has a friend.
let's have a club. only people who don't, have a friend, can belong.
we'll call it the no friends club.
okay.

addicted to your light

i like Halo by Beyonce so much that it is impairing my ability to do homework. The song itself is astonishing to me for some reason, but then there's this live performance which I can't get over. I like the way her face crunches down on the oohs at 3:45, and I like the way she pulses on 2:37, I like when she kind of doesn't hit the note at 1:28 but she does it anyway. Her gestures feel like church to me. Is this my evangelism? She's so happy and beautiful. I didn't think pop stars could give such good live performances.
I really hope I can concentrate on my Juarez paper now that I've gotten this out.

gybr