“Bean, don’t flip off black guys in Brooklyn.”

So I’m sitting on my soon-to-be-roomie’s fire-escape, smoking a cigarette, holding a bag of ice to my face , in my bra and sweatpants.
Fire-escape? She’s at work and I’m staying with her til I can go back to DC and move my shit into my brand-spankin’ new apartment.
Smoking? To deal with the ridiculous stress that [...]

Home-free

I got a call a few hours ago from my rental agent. The lease was approved for my roommates and I, we should sign the lease this Friday and move in Sunday. Let the fun begin!
Below, an image from the housing’s website of what half my loft looks like:

Spacious, were it not that I was [...]

Entry the First

In order to properly run and update a blog about the adventures and mishaps of living in the Big Apple, one actually has to live there. At this precise moment, I do not. I’m back in my hometown, right outside the Nation’s Capital. Instead of squealing cab tires, vociferous pedestrians and all the other things [...]