NYC

NYC is awesome. NYC is Brutal. I think I love NYC. I know NYC does not love me back. This, in a strange way, is eerily indicative of my position in life in regards to all things I love. This place excites me and this place batters me down but at the end of the day, I feel closer to where I'm supposed to be than ever before. I think this is partly true because I am always in some extreme state of being at all times, whether it be whimsical, depressed, overjoyed, or furious. (If emotions really are drugs for your brain, I would have quite of bit of track marks by now.) It's not always good activity but its activity. I want this place to love me. I really hope it starts by giving me a job. I hate being unemployed and I hate waiting tables. Wish me luck. I know this post brings nothing to the table. Still got my training wheels on here though.... G'BYE!

First blog ever In my entire life whoamygod

So this is it. I've graduated college, started off on my own, got employment. What now? I guess one of my many answers to that question was "start a blog." So here goes. Let's rock.