Within the borders of this amazing borough called Brooklyn, exists a very small world; one I’m learning is getting smaller by the second. 

Leave names out of stories. 

I’m sick. I hate being sick. The weather going from 60 degrees to like -15 last night (apparently it was only 30) has made my throat feel like I swallowed a porcupine.I also feel some stress coming along that I don’t like much. I can’t put my finger on it but my stomach is hurting from the impending… something that I feel is about to happen. 

I’ve never been remotely clairvoyant and the last time I had this feeling, it turned out to be absolutely nothing. I don’t know if the major occurrence I feel is looming ahead is positive or negative for me, which is weird. Though I’m not afraid of it anymore, I don’t like the unknown. 

I think the stress is based on it being different. I don’t know what I’m about to embark on but things are definitely about to get stirred up. 

It’s about paying it forward, right? You know, being a better person, helping out your fellow man? I often don’t regret things and I know I won’t regret being there for someone close to me. 

I just really like being alone now that I’m able to. 

Called “Tom Hardy’s Lips”. Our first single will be called “Yum”

overflowing:

You know what I am watching. 

Favorite movie tied with American History X and Dirty Dancing!