i am farther away from it now but when i walked around snow covered columbia i felt really complete. it was an odd kind of feeling. between the trek from 34th street on the subway to 116th and broadway, my feet were taking me places without my brain really telling them to.

i stomped all over greenwich village this past weekend. it was my stomping ground.

there are so many things i want to tell you. there are also so many things that i don't think you deserve to know about. i am so mad at you. it's not in a i-am-going-rage-and-scream-and-yell-and-get-all-red-face about it kind of mad. but i am mad. irked. questioning. tired of it. i can rant here all i want about it but you'll never know. since we're on this oh so lovely condescending two different paths kind of thing, i am sure you don't really care anyway.

it should be june. then it should be september. no. wait. i take it back. june forever.

you know i won't be going or visiting much, right?