Rush Hour

Things aren't as adventurous as I'd like them to be, but that's okay. I'm perfectly content here at home...reading on the subway while sweaty business men cram their armpits in my face during rush hour, breathing the city air - a mixture of cheap incense, burnt pretzels, mild garbage fungus, and sweatyclean tourist smell, meeting up with my imaginary friends in central park, while my real ones are either abroad or working on the weekends, exploring what's left for me to explore in Manhattan, and best of all, relaxing in the simplicity of my room.

I like making up words. Yes for neologisms.

I apologize for the lack of posts written by moi. I will make more of an effort once things die down a bit at work, at home, and with school-ish obligations. I enjoy your virtual company. I really do. So I will do my best to keep up. For your sake.