Who's life am I living?

If someone would have told me that I would be working as a designer for a magazine six months ago I would have assumed you were making fun of me. It's funny how many things I can say that to though. Realistically there are times out here when I can't even come to grips with the life I now live.

Don't get me wrong, I'm happier than I've ever been in my life, but I just can't understand how, after two months in New York, I could have a viable career, a new home, and a completely new perspective on life. I just didn't think this could happen so quickly.

More so than anything I feel incredibly lucky. I'll try not to dwell on the fact that I live in the epicenter of financial doom, but to have a job right now that pays the bills is something I simply can't take for granted. With all that boring shaz out of the way, let's talk sex, booze, and the Upper East Side.

I knew it wouldn't be long before we made some friends out here, but the fact that I'm somehow surrounded by people with dark senses of humor, a skewed code of ethics, and hockey fans is simply rediculous. While Les was working at Ellie Tahari she met a girl named Sarah. Sarah is rad. And her boyfriend Peter is equally rad. Long story short, they're from Vermont, hippie, smoker, hockey players who live on the Upper East Side. Leslie goes shopping with Sarah, and I smoke cigars with Pete... oh yeah, and we all share the love for herbs and drinks... I've come to realize that Vermont is just the East Coast Santa Cruz.

It's getting cold here, and I love it. I've never lived through the seasons, and I think I saw fall come and go within a week. The trees in the park next to our hours turned golden and were barren within a week. Gus loves chasing blowing leaves. I love watching him do this.

A life without the people you absolutely consider your family is actually starting to take an effect on me, which is strange, I didn't think it ever would. I miss being weirded out by odd movements that Steven makes, Darren being a downer, Vince making me laugh, Kathy being a Ho-Fish, and simply being around the people that I care about, but this is growing up?

I can't sleep here, and it's because my mind won't stop racing. Everyday I realize something different about my life, and I love it. But I'm tired.

Weekends are for people who have jobs, they no longer hold the same meaning.

The good times are killing me. I'm New York fat. Good night.