Yesterday was a nice day, considering. 

You know a little over an hour ago I was dressed and doing my damnedest to get to work but after having to get off the train at Bedford because I felt like I was going to pass out, then getting BACK on the train into Manhattan because I thought maybe, maybe I could do it but then I get into the office and realizing no, no this was all a really bad idea. So I went back home. And now I am here and everything feels awful and I just want orange juice and soup so if you could bring some over that would be ace. 

Why am I sick all of a sudden. 

“We get it, you and Sven live in New York and have quirky clothes.”

Sometimes I’m not sure if I wear the clothes I wear because I think I look good in them or if it’s because I’m trying to be ~quirky~ obnoxious. 

But immediately after I walked in front of this pair of guys on the sidewalk one of them exclaimed “Oh grrrrl, those pants.” I started walking faster because I honestly didn’t know how to respond to that. 

In which I talk about how I’m working now how exciting you really don’t need to watch this but too late it’s on the internet now. 

“Alex what the hell is your arm doing” Oh you know helping me hide my high school art that is hanging up all in my room in Jersey. 

So I’m back home and there is like, twenty bottles (i don’t know I’m guessing but there’s a lot) of great wine which basically means they’re all mine because I’m the only one who drinks here. 

Also I’ve just torrented all of NBC Thursday so we all know what I’m doing now. 

It’s funny. When I was in Florida I missed the cold so much. It meant layers and everything was great. Can you tell I’m really tired of the cold now? I am impatient. 

Listen these comics are great and I really want those posters. 

Now that I didn’t have to stress over big things like being unemployed I was able to stress over little things like my self-image issues which apparently have all been stemming from my urgent need for a haircut. Well that’s all fixed and now I’m cute again the end. 

EDIT: I just checked there’s at least 1 gratuitous picture of myself on every page of my blog for the first twelve pages way to go Alex keep trying to convince people you have problems with your self-image. 

I don’t think I’ve had mac&cheese since I was maybe like, five? And I don’t think I even really liked it then? But for some reason this week I really wanted it and now I have it and I am really content. 

Wow Alex cool blogging get a job I’m working on it. 

I don’t know despite my lack of sleep last night I say I’m pretty ready for today.