also p.s.

Was that disjointed? I don’t know. In case you didn’t see the hot air balloon of my face and the word “Updates” flying over your hood, I am like, working now. From an office. I have a stunning view of a Dana Buchman billboard (please check me if i start rocking lavender trenchcoats) and can gaze upon the vibrant gleam of the empire state building any time I like. but this also means that at 6 pm, all faculties are gone and the 14 yr old inside me has wrestled out of her leash. And then I start objectifying T.I. in anticipation of what in actuality looks like a pretty terrific film, cinematically and plot-wise, but I have no control over my commentary because the sun is setting on times square, i have consumed literally four or five litres of Poland Spring, and am doing a search in the company system for the term “bacon” (not mine) while trying to sound lucid expounding upon the long career of Jermaine Dupri. Where am I? *WHO* am I? I get the feeling if I go see V for Vendetta, perhaps the answers will become clear.