We're floating up, up, and away. 

Gin for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. 

Sometimes the news is just ridiculous.

Garage saling, party hard, historical nerdiness.

A tequila sunrise on the roof.

New job, new apartment, good times. 

Move out, move in, crash hard.

Ugh, moving is stressful, goddamn it.

First find shoe; then get food.

I've really lost track, sorry. Kinda.

I'm sick of writing Senior Project. 

My eyes burn. Too much computer. 

No more waiting til up 5am.

Drinking til 4am hurts my eyes. 

Goddamn snow plow mauled my car.

Snow days are not all fun.

I'm so excited, even about couches.

I really hate driving in NJ.

Going to Long Island, family time.

Lindsay's coming over, cleaning gone wild!

Interview tomorrow, things are looking up. 

Long frustrating day, fruitless job hunt. 

My plan.

I've always liked to write journal entries as a way to express my feelings for the day. My problem is that I tend to ramble on, &on, just like I am right now.

So now, I am going to explain my feelings in 6 words a day, in the style of Hemingway's 6 word story: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." 

Hopefully I can stick to the 6 words, but I think I will also use pictures.

Sometimes when there is a lot to say, less words can be better.

I am challenging myself to do this for at least one year.

Ready, set go. Time for change.