Someone on the train (leg 3 of 4) is listening (and singing along) to the musical stylings of Ms. Deborah Gibson -- Electric Youth.

When my mom moved to Colorado and I had to figure out what I wanted to keep with me and what could go with them, I threw out three tubs of stuff -- papers, books, freaking stuffed animals. Then, when Lauren and I moved out of our apartment in Highland Park, we literally filled up the dumpster behind our building. This weekend, I'm moving most of my stuff to California and I'm about to dump my second tub of stuff into this dumpster. What is all this crap I've been holding on to? I mean, I'm still keeping old report cards (to beat myself up about how lazy I was in college), my college acceptance letters (and even my one rejection letter -- damn you, Northwestern!) and myriad mementos. I really can't believe that after one year and two previous downsizings, I still have so much ... crap.

I'm a pro when it comes to denial. That helps me rush through transitional periods without too much stress. Even so, today was kind of a sad one.

Moving sucks. Hard.

Saturday Hike

Saturday Hike
Originally uploaded by treebjen.

Right?

Autumn in New (Jersey)

Autumn in New (Jersey)
Originally uploaded by tjdee.

Sigh.

One Corona in Manhattan: $6
Dinner for 13 at Waikiki Wally's: $566
Watching drunk friend fall onto a table and then the floor at a busy East Village bar: That's right, ya'll. It's priceless.

In other news, does everybody know I'm moving back to San Francisco? Well, I am. And I'm using the codepink truck.