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i got in this morning @ 5:45 am. there was already about a hundred ppl walking around outside my apartment. these ppl really don't sleep.
it's definitely winter in NYC. it's too cold to even smile, which is my explanation as to why all New Yorkers look mean on the way to work. i couldn't help but smile deliriously this morning after having only a couple hours of sleep and surviving the most turbulent Jet Blue ride from California to New York last night.
my walk to work was cold. it was real cold. yet, there are women who amaze me by wearing skirts with thin opaque nylons and boots. they look real sexy from the back sure, but after passing several sexy women from the back and seeing their burka covered faces in the front, i realize that if they were that DAMN cold, for chrissakes why didn't they just put on some pants?
i like to look good, but if i had to choose between looking good and feeling warm, there would be no contest. so by transitive property, i could never be the fashion editor for vogue. that realization made me sad yet warm inside.
i'm in a crap mood, but there are many things to be happy about
1) i found my NYE dress
2) i got tickets to see a free preview of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe tonight! yay!
3) i'm getting a blowout by oscar blandi tomorrow
4) i got vip tickets to see the premiere and attend an after party for The Family Stone
5) i'm going to see jon stewart next monday
whooo hoo hurrah for New York and opportunists!
it's definitely winter in NYC. it's too cold to even smile, which is my explanation as to why all New Yorkers look mean on the way to work. i couldn't help but smile deliriously this morning after having only a couple hours of sleep and surviving the most turbulent Jet Blue ride from California to New York last night.
my walk to work was cold. it was real cold. yet, there are women who amaze me by wearing skirts with thin opaque nylons and boots. they look real sexy from the back sure, but after passing several sexy women from the back and seeing their burka covered faces in the front, i realize that if they were that DAMN cold, for chrissakes why didn't they just put on some pants?
i like to look good, but if i had to choose between looking good and feeling warm, there would be no contest. so by transitive property, i could never be the fashion editor for vogue. that realization made me sad yet warm inside.
i'm in a crap mood, but there are many things to be happy about
1) i found my NYE dress
2) i got tickets to see a free preview of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe tonight! yay!
3) i'm getting a blowout by oscar blandi tomorrow
4) i got vip tickets to see the premiere and attend an after party for The Family Stone
5) i'm going to see jon stewart next monday
whooo hoo hurrah for New York and opportunists!