I think my friend and some presidents just flew by...
I'm back.
NYC was fun. ok, Amanda's suggestions...
go to the parks (but not after dark or men on bikes will try to sell you drugs)-- Check. Central Park was rad, i sat on a rock for like, a half hour and people watched. I went to some tiny cute little parks in the village. deck.
go to greenwich village -- check. i now know where i want to live and work.
don't get lost in china town -- check. damn bitches, i didn't even get DOWN to china town.
take the subway down to brooklyn and run on the pier like you're henry from requiem -- no check. i ran out of time.
be careful if you buy anything hello kitty in china town -- good idea.
meg and i had "coffee" (it was more of a lunch/eat as much cheesecake as you can before you explode) grood times. goddamn russian waitstaff.
so i think i'm moving to the village and dating a curly-haired italian artist with green eyes. and i'll work at rebel rebel records with those two crazy gay guys who complain about madonna. and then i'll buy all my food stuffs from a little italian bakery/grocery and the clerk named guiseppe will occasionally give me free flowers for my already amazingly hawt apartment. *le sigh*
new york is where my heart resides.
NYC was fun. ok, Amanda's suggestions...
go to the parks (but not after dark or men on bikes will try to sell you drugs)-- Check. Central Park was rad, i sat on a rock for like, a half hour and people watched. I went to some tiny cute little parks in the village. deck.
go to greenwich village -- check. i now know where i want to live and work.
don't get lost in china town -- check. damn bitches, i didn't even get DOWN to china town.
take the subway down to brooklyn and run on the pier like you're henry from requiem -- no check. i ran out of time.
be careful if you buy anything hello kitty in china town -- good idea.
meg and i had "coffee" (it was more of a lunch/eat as much cheesecake as you can before you explode) grood times. goddamn russian waitstaff.
so i think i'm moving to the village and dating a curly-haired italian artist with green eyes. and i'll work at rebel rebel records with those two crazy gay guys who complain about madonna. and then i'll buy all my food stuffs from a little italian bakery/grocery and the clerk named guiseppe will occasionally give me free flowers for my already amazingly hawt apartment. *le sigh*
new york is where my heart resides.