Recap, High Line, Fierce Pussy
Well. It’s been a while. I’m not dead, nor is my computer – though I’m considering which death would be more tragic. I have only one explanation for not actively letting you all know what’s going on: in the words of my friend, Anna, “Oops.”
That’s not to say I haven’t been busy. In the past three months I’ve moved to a new apartment, doubled the amount of freelancing I’m doing, taken on more responsibility at HeaveMedia, completed a massive Capstone project (resulting in my graduating from graduate school), gone to Las Vegas, gotten punched in the face in a bar in Midtown Manhattan, gotten a new bike, thrown numerous barbecues, interviewed a band in Boy George’s old apartment, gone home to Chicago twice, saw David Bowie cooking eggs, and gotten my tan on an obscene number of times on my new roof.