Sex, Drugs, & BAD Rock n Roll
Picture This:
Tall 12 foot ceilings, track spot lighting, all blonde hardwood top to bottom. Playing Apples to Apples (A pretty okay game, unless everyone in the room goes to Brown & writes obscure African countries & big medical words for funny parts that you don't know..then it fucking sucks) with boys with tight black pants from WESC, Vanilla Ice fades, & beat up high top Dunks (although I cant front, i LOVE Dunks). Then the Norwegian (who actually grew up in France)blonde boy with beautiful dick sucking lips pulls out a baggy & cuts coke up into about 6 lines on the top of a Clap Your Hands Say Yeah cd case & passes it around the room, starting with the tossled mousey brown haired girl knitting a dull grey scarf. Everyone takes a hit (is hit the right word?)besides the girl that has a Supercuts haircut & wears pumps from Target. And she bolts out the door.
Sometimes I truely hate Brooklyn sometimes. Cuz thats mostly what it's about. And it's mad gross. Don't get me wrong, I love it here & even some aspects of the trends. Im just saying, when the room is overflowing with it..how am I the only one that thinks it's hilariously trying so hard?
You seem so cool and fun. All the guys that get to be friends with you are so lucky. And if a guy was cool and secure enough to realize that girls with lots of guy friends were the best kind cause they obviously understood guys I bet you would be the best girlfriend too.
Just wanted to say that...and Hi I guess...
love, ----
Really man..THAT sucks. Im never going to be able to hide the fact that I bro down. L-A-M-E!
Pluses & Minuses of the Past Few Weeks:
+A severely numerous amount of DVRed Golden Girls and Law & Order
+Listening to shitty mainstream music (ie. Pussycat Dolls, Beyonce, Gwen Stefani, Rooney) & reading PerezHilton.com
+NOT drinking every night (Im actually down to about 2 nights a week)
+Getting asked on a date by a beautiful, talented black man
+A full day of 70 degree weather (full of sunshine & short sleeves)
+An obscene amount of visitors
+Grammy & Gramps McKnieght (especially Grammys overly hilariously judgemental ways)
+The Bukowski movie coming out
+Finishing an (another)Ackerman & (my 12th)Bukowski book
+Kissing a Jew(that smells like old spice!)
+Making my papa smile
+Seeing my brother & sister in law
-Sluts with STDS
-Drugs
-Tight fiscal situation
-My procrastination (leading me to not go to school until Fall)
-Going on a plane
-Somehow always fucking up with certain peoples
-Buffalo Whores (I suppose that mildly goes hand in hand with with the first one because 1 out of 2 people in Buffalo are ridden with something.)
-Hearing about Buffalo drama
-Missing my "slutty red belt"
I honestly love Buffalo. I truely will never hold any city in higher regard. And I love sooo many fucking people that still remain there. But I left for a reason. And I re-realized that reason when I was there for WAY too long (long enough to get tangled up in it for a second). Im tired of hearing the crude judgements/statements people say about me. Im tired of hearing the sex connections get closer & closer knit. Im tired of hearing about old lovers new lovers. Brooklyn has it's super lame ways, but its my home for now. And I live in a beautiful apartment & don't know enough people to have severe drama (which will change eventually OBVS!) & just read books & hang out with the same few people every day & drink the same coffee & still enjoy that pulsating energy from time to time when I leave my comfortable, quiet nook in Greenpoint.
Tall 12 foot ceilings, track spot lighting, all blonde hardwood top to bottom. Playing Apples to Apples (A pretty okay game, unless everyone in the room goes to Brown & writes obscure African countries & big medical words for funny parts that you don't know..then it fucking sucks) with boys with tight black pants from WESC, Vanilla Ice fades, & beat up high top Dunks (although I cant front, i LOVE Dunks). Then the Norwegian (who actually grew up in France)blonde boy with beautiful dick sucking lips pulls out a baggy & cuts coke up into about 6 lines on the top of a Clap Your Hands Say Yeah cd case & passes it around the room, starting with the tossled mousey brown haired girl knitting a dull grey scarf. Everyone takes a hit (is hit the right word?)besides the girl that has a Supercuts haircut & wears pumps from Target. And she bolts out the door.
Sometimes I truely hate Brooklyn sometimes. Cuz thats mostly what it's about. And it's mad gross. Don't get me wrong, I love it here & even some aspects of the trends. Im just saying, when the room is overflowing with it..how am I the only one that thinks it's hilariously trying so hard?
You seem so cool and fun. All the guys that get to be friends with you are so lucky. And if a guy was cool and secure enough to realize that girls with lots of guy friends were the best kind cause they obviously understood guys I bet you would be the best girlfriend too.
Just wanted to say that...and Hi I guess...
love, ----
Really man..THAT sucks. Im never going to be able to hide the fact that I bro down. L-A-M-E!
Pluses & Minuses of the Past Few Weeks:
+A severely numerous amount of DVRed Golden Girls and Law & Order
+Listening to shitty mainstream music (ie. Pussycat Dolls, Beyonce, Gwen Stefani, Rooney) & reading PerezHilton.com
+NOT drinking every night (Im actually down to about 2 nights a week)
+Getting asked on a date by a beautiful, talented black man
+A full day of 70 degree weather (full of sunshine & short sleeves)
+An obscene amount of visitors
+Grammy & Gramps McKnieght (especially Grammys overly hilariously judgemental ways)
+The Bukowski movie coming out
+Finishing an (another)Ackerman & (my 12th)Bukowski book
+Kissing a Jew(that smells like old spice!)
+Making my papa smile
+Seeing my brother & sister in law
-Sluts with STDS
-Drugs
-Tight fiscal situation
-My procrastination (leading me to not go to school until Fall)
-Going on a plane
-Somehow always fucking up with certain peoples
-Buffalo Whores (I suppose that mildly goes hand in hand with with the first one because 1 out of 2 people in Buffalo are ridden with something.)
-Hearing about Buffalo drama
-Missing my "slutty red belt"
I honestly love Buffalo. I truely will never hold any city in higher regard. And I love sooo many fucking people that still remain there. But I left for a reason. And I re-realized that reason when I was there for WAY too long (long enough to get tangled up in it for a second). Im tired of hearing the crude judgements/statements people say about me. Im tired of hearing the sex connections get closer & closer knit. Im tired of hearing about old lovers new lovers. Brooklyn has it's super lame ways, but its my home for now. And I live in a beautiful apartment & don't know enough people to have severe drama (which will change eventually OBVS!) & just read books & hang out with the same few people every day & drink the same coffee & still enjoy that pulsating energy from time to time when I leave my comfortable, quiet nook in Greenpoint.