Irony is a dead horse: post 101

Five days into living on Clinton St. and I can safely say I am so much happier. The move and adjustment to the new place has been smooth. New people, establishing connections with former "mere acquaintances," a better environment to work. A calm, albeit lackluster 4th o’ July. Jerked chicken off the grill means full, lethargic demeanor. Easily upset dykes find offense to strawberries and blueberries arranged in the shape of the confederate flag on a jello cake, yet unbeknownst to them it was done by a Filipino, so it’s alright. Disgruntled at the age of 20-something, that makes for good party company. That and smelly, lame indie kids.