ladies and gents, please, act like you got some sense
i have enough sewing supplies to last me till next season. i am thinking of starting one of those websites and selling extra handmade bags, iron-on t-shirts (band of your choice), crocheted items, and knitted scarves made by yours truly. i need a little money. it's for a good cause (a plane ticket). unrelated: i need some new music. suggestions, please?
and...
guess what my mother promised me for christmas. guess. okay i'll tell you. a sewing machine! there are also possibilites of: lenses for the pentax till i can't handle anymore lenses, books books books, or very very much credit for urban outfitters. i am in heaven. i know she is just promising all of this because she feels guilty. it makes me feel guilty. but i haven't had a real christmas in 4 or 5 years. muy emocionante.
i am promising myself that i won't get too excited.
do you know what i miss about new york? well let me tell you. i miss dancing through the street. i miss vegan cuisine on every corner. i miss small shops selling flowers on every corner, and i miss madison avenue. i miss talking in a fake british accent and carrying unlit cigarettes while hailing a cab. i miss the photographer boys by the lake and on the rocks at central park. i miss central park. i miss record stores in the village with snobby owners that touch my arm creepily, and the andy warhol room at the met. i miss feeling comfortable in the shortest skirt i own, pearls, and leg warmers. also all the celebrity sightings. and my mother drinking mary-ellen under the table at the rainbow room, too. (the only reason i'm so ridiculous is because my mother raised me this way.)
dear andre 3000,
upon hearing the entirety of the new outkast cd, i have come to the conclusion that your half is superior to that of big boi. no disrespect to big boi, but andre, even without drugs you are awesome. PLEASE CONTINUE TO REPRESENT.
love,
erin
and...
guess what my mother promised me for christmas. guess. okay i'll tell you. a sewing machine! there are also possibilites of: lenses for the pentax till i can't handle anymore lenses, books books books, or very very much credit for urban outfitters. i am in heaven. i know she is just promising all of this because she feels guilty. it makes me feel guilty. but i haven't had a real christmas in 4 or 5 years. muy emocionante.
i am promising myself that i won't get too excited.
do you know what i miss about new york? well let me tell you. i miss dancing through the street. i miss vegan cuisine on every corner. i miss small shops selling flowers on every corner, and i miss madison avenue. i miss talking in a fake british accent and carrying unlit cigarettes while hailing a cab. i miss the photographer boys by the lake and on the rocks at central park. i miss central park. i miss record stores in the village with snobby owners that touch my arm creepily, and the andy warhol room at the met. i miss feeling comfortable in the shortest skirt i own, pearls, and leg warmers. also all the celebrity sightings. and my mother drinking mary-ellen under the table at the rainbow room, too. (the only reason i'm so ridiculous is because my mother raised me this way.)
dear andre 3000,
upon hearing the entirety of the new outkast cd, i have come to the conclusion that your half is superior to that of big boi. no disrespect to big boi, but andre, even without drugs you are awesome. PLEASE CONTINUE TO REPRESENT.
love,
erin