a promise scratched into the liner notes

everything's different now that i take the bus. it's better. not alienated on the g train anymore. the b goes over the manhattan bridge; it's amazing. i can even see where i work from the train. i live a 10-minute bus ride from forever 21. now that's truly amazing. i want to move to brighton beach and live among the russians. it's the perfect jankiness. i really love it. received the worst sunburn of my life on monday at the beach, and i'm still not recovered. not even half-recovered. the beach is only a 30-minute train ride away. did i mention you can surf there? did i? my roommate recently started, and no shark sighting as of yet! yesterday was amazing homemade lasagna and salad picked from the garden under the bqe. there's something funny about moving to the city and eating straight out of a garden. gardens are extra coveted here. today was the craziest japanese bookstore in rockefeller center, then purl soho, then a big score! on a much-needed pair of shoes. cafe habana tonight in fort greene...the place is totally solar-powered. surprisingly great shrimp burrito and unsurprisingly great grilled corn mexican-style. it's a pretty great place. i plan on enjoying many many frozen mojitos there. tomorrow's summer solstice, and oxford collapse is playing on bedford avenue, on the street. pretty crazy! and yes i wish i was at that ryan adams show tonight.