Miranda Moves to Brooklyn

I am not a big fan of comparing life to TV, but Sex & the City is right on the money. I guess the rest of the "free" world knows this already, but I am a recently converted fan. It's so good, it depresses me. I see myself in those spastic embarrassing situations, I'm shouting at the girls to do the right thing (they don't, always)... it's like cliché city in my brain. I've mentioned clichés on here a lot lately. I've always believed that stereotypes exist for a reason (in that, as much as one can generalize about something, stereotypes often hold up - in my experience). Anyway, it's weird to feel like you are one. Like no matter how you live your life or how much passion you have or how much you suck the marrow from experience, it's all been done....and you are headed down the road to a house in the burbs and carting the kids off to soccer.

Miranda moved to Brooklyn. Stacy came over for coffee with her newest baby. We smoked a joint and talked about the party days.

I stay up really late.

That's just the way it is.