First, I miss and love you.
You also seem to have a friend named Morgan Elizabeth Wu who is the cutest girl ever. I know this because Facebook attests to as much.
I wish I had something compelling to write about–after all, cancer gets kind of old and if you’re not undergoing a transplant, no one really cares. But by default, there is always NYC, which never fails to be some kind of ridiculous. Somehow I’ve skyrocketed into the busiest unemployed person I know, which has been independently verified by several parties. I even have an intern! This is both good and bad: good in that I’m doing awesome things like writing urban planning grants, going to a billion concerts and celebrating National Pie Day in the company of great friends. Bad in that for what seemed like an eternity, I was subsisting entirely on eggo waffles and water. I don’t know about you, but there is something remarkably depressing about the latter…although to be fair, it is also equally as hilarious.
I recently made my way to Queens, which I have always looked at as my Seventh Day. Honestly, I don’t know what people do here but be awesome in Astoria or maybe eat at that amaaazing Thai restaurant in Woodside. Or patronize the Golden Mall in Flushing. The 7 train, however, does have the most talented buskers: no delusional freaks proselytizing (4/5/6), no homeless constituents telling dirty jokes (1/2/3) and certainly no hipster dudes in gas masks playing the theme to Back to the Future on accordion (F/V). I’ve always adored Queens for it sincere temperament, its diversity, its everything Manhattan and Brooklyn never had an interest in. And if anything, I notice I stop grinding my teeth here. Maybe Queens is a little like George Michael Bluth: awkward, genuine and absurdly bad at dressing itself. But just so goddamn likable nevertheless.
Anyway. I hope you (and Megan. And Corey. And Mary.) make it out here from Chicago (er, Montana) some time soon. I would love more than anything for us to not grind our teethes together, nor base our diets exclusively on enriched wheat flour and filtered tap water.
xoxo – Karen

I love you too, Karen!! Thanks for the shout out!!
By: Jessica on February 2, 2010
at 9:34 pm