New Beginnings

I had to title it that. It's just too cheezy to pass up. I now live in Brooklyn, which makes me feel like I need to shave and stop wearing scruffy sneakers, because if one more person says, "You look like you live in Williamsburg," I might scratch their eyes out with my Dior heels. On a negative note: the squealing mice in the oven. I still think they're kinda cute though. I wish I was a kitty.