So I decided to start off with a clean slate on blogger. And every single URL that I could possible think of for my blog was already taken. One of the attempted urls was Only Living Girl (get it, get it) was already taken by a girl who had a Belle and Sebastian song lyrics as the name of her blog. Does that count as identity theft? Because I feel super un-original. Anyway, so I decided to attempt my embarrassing nickname (Vickster), but for some reason it was only accepted with the awkward hyphen, which is somehow fitting.
Here is my last post from my lj. I feel it's important enough to republish.
One of my neighbors has a rooster. It's such an incongrous noise in the city, that I only half believe its real. I can picture a rooster strutting around a concrete backyard, but I'm more inclined to believe that it's a barnyard animal noises CD put on a loop. Still it only made me realize that I'm not in Manhattan anymore. The last thing I saw last night before I fell asleep was the Empire State Building, it reminded me of high school when I could see it out my window too. But then I got that same feeling I had in high school of being so near but so far. I think I'm just meant to be a member of the bridge and tunnel crowd.
ETA: The title of this post is what my mother thinks of Brooklyn.
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