RIDING ON THE R

LAST WEEKEND, ON THE R TRAIN. SEEMS APT THAT I SHOULD RIDE ON THE R.

IT WAS FALL-LIKE WEATHER LAST WEEK HERE IN NEW YORK. MADE FOR SWEATERS. I LOVE SWEATERS.

SEE MY GORGEOUS LOAFERS? $10 AT A THRIFT STORE. MAKES ME FEEL REMINISCENT OF THESE:

I SHOULD TOTALLY GET SOME EMBELLISHED BELT BUCKLES AND ATTACH THEM TO MY HEELED LOAFERS. MY RED HEELED LOAFERS.

DID I MENTION THAT MY FAVORITE COLOR RIGHT NOW IS RED? 

DID I MENTION THAT MY JOB IS SWALLOWING ME WHOLE, WITH NO WAY OF LIGHTING A FIRE AND SNEEZING TO LET ME PADDLE OUT IT'S MOUTH?

SO HERE I AM. 

I DON'T WANT TO GIVE UP ON WHAT I LOVE BECAUSE I WORK 10 HOUR DAYS AND I'M EXHAUSTED WHEN I COME HOME AND JUST WANT TO THROW MY NOSE IN A BOOK, SLEEP, OR HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH THE ONLY FRIEND I HAVE HERE.

I'M GOING TO MAKE A MORE CONCERTED EFFORT TO KEEP THIS GOING. OR I MIGHT JUST EXPLODE.

R