holy shit i am about to run outside and kick over whatever kind of makeshift drums the guy outside is playing, which i have heard, from 10 stories up, for the past 2 hours. it's now 2 am and i hope to god he stops soon cos i have to fucking go to bed.

went to an exhibit tonight at the institute of contemporary art which wasn't cool so much for the artworty-ness, so much as for the fact that a pitch black maze and a three story slide were the main attractions. it was like a grown up disney world with only two rides and no lines. i did both the maze and the slide at least 5 times each, i was out of control. it's free after 5 every thursday and the installation is there till may. so guess where i'll be every goddamn thursday? wanderin' in the dark and slidin' till my pants tear. fuck yeah.

i was at urban outfitters tonight, dancing inside my dressing room to the postal service song they were playing. the first time me and josh hung out we ended up at that urban and we had a dance party in the women's underware section. christ. those were the days...

i am going home tomorrow. i'm going to eat my mom's food, sleep in my giant bed, and touch all my dogs. i can't fucking wait. if i have one more weekend where i just drink at someone's house both nights i am going to kill myself.

speaking of being dead, jo and i watched a mr. rogers special tonight and by the end we were both in tears, i was openly sobbing. but thanks to mr. rogers i know that crying is a perfectly acceptable way to deal with death so i don't feel like a pansy at all. kind of.

what i'm listening to

the ryan adams album "heartbreaker"