These things just happen.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I leave my hometown, the only place I can remember living. Off to the east coast. To be an editor, kind of. Close enough. (Look, Ma, I’m doing it!)

This is precarious ground.

Bye, 505. Hello, tiny state with more than one area code. 

Decisions, Decisions…

whitedestiny9009:

Hmm…Go over to someone’s apartment where there are a bunch of girls hanging around “just being girls” while my friend writes a talk for tomorrow?

OR

Go to Taco Bell and Redbox and get Midnight in Paris and spend the night squealing over Tom Hiddleston?

Second one, darling. What is “just being girls?” Sounds ominous.