Kerouac and The Quibbler

I just met a hippie boy named Corey who walked me home, because a semi-creepy guy who semi-creepily hit on me at a neighborhood bar last night was parked in his mini-van near my building, and I didn't want him to see where I lived or see me go home alone. So this boy Corey, when he saw me sitting alone at Argo Tea, asked what I was up to and when I explained offered to walk me home. He is 22 and has been cris-crossing the country via trains for 4 years, working odd jobs here and there. Today he spent hours holding up a cardboard sign that said "I Love You" on Broadway, no donations please.

Life is just full of interestingness lately.

I saw Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and I loved Luna Lovegood. I'm contemplating re-reading books five and six before the big book 7/Deathly Hallows release a week from tomorrow night. But I'd have to press pause on my two current books, Cross Country and Watership Down.

It's okay, Harry Potter is worth it.

I need to do laundry and clean tomorrow because a friend is coming to visit from LA for the weekend and my apartment is kind of messy and I am kind of out of clothes. This part is not so interesting. Good night!