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my plane leaves for arizona on the 21st. i keep thinking through different scenarios about what would happen if i missed it on purpose. mostly it would just be a giant fucking waste of money. and i would spend christmas alone at 19, which would be kind of horrible - in the most romanticized way possible.
i keep telling everyone that living in new york is just like getting a tattoo. i don't even know if that's true, but i'm not going to stop saying it.
today i ate the best falafel of my life at a restaurant in hell's kitchen called gazala place. then i came home and proceeded to spend the rest of the day watching the weirdest, worst tv ever - including a movie on lifetime about a town of people who all drank from the stream of life in 1900 and had to be systematically killed once they reached 100. it was kind of sad because they didn't all want to die.
tomorrow i will leave my house for work at 4am like i always do. but this time it will be the 2nd to last time i will ever have to do it.
god new york, you fucking tattoo of a city.
i keep telling everyone that living in new york is just like getting a tattoo. i don't even know if that's true, but i'm not going to stop saying it.
today i ate the best falafel of my life at a restaurant in hell's kitchen called gazala place. then i came home and proceeded to spend the rest of the day watching the weirdest, worst tv ever - including a movie on lifetime about a town of people who all drank from the stream of life in 1900 and had to be systematically killed once they reached 100. it was kind of sad because they didn't all want to die.
tomorrow i will leave my house for work at 4am like i always do. but this time it will be the 2nd to last time i will ever have to do it.
god new york, you fucking tattoo of a city.