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so it's like this.......
this week things have to happen...almost everything i own is in my loft in nyc and i need it back.I've been wearing the same clothes for the past 3 weeks. they smell like beer cigarette smoke pot smoke spit drool and slightly sweaty.whatever maaaan.I have stuff to mask the smell. It really isn't as bad as i make it out to be. my weekend was good, I don't remember all of the details but i know i had fun, everyone says i had fun. in sporting news the patriots won again. I wouldnt consider myself a big sports fan, but it's hard not to like football. the men are subhuman beasts who kill each other while trying to throw a piece of sewn pig leather down a field. it's great! I had a dream but forgot it. i don't think i've posted on livejournal for a long time, but becka is my lj inspiration. ha. Almost feel like i shouldnt have moved to new york, but i thought i'd love it. you don't notice how dirty it is when you visit,but when the lower east side gets as familiar as newbury st, you realize that the shimmering fades, and you are left with trash and sidewalks lined with produce cartons.
Nothing feels comfortable there, it's strange nothing has a personality of it's own, and some people can totally get off on that, but things are generated there to be exactly what they want you to feel, and i hate that. No one really spoke english in my neighborhood,besides all of the "artists" who live there, and my spanish isn't as good as i thought it would be. my advice.....dont take your "art" to new york, let new york find you.
this week things have to happen...almost everything i own is in my loft in nyc and i need it back.I've been wearing the same clothes for the past 3 weeks. they smell like beer cigarette smoke pot smoke spit drool and slightly sweaty.whatever maaaan.I have stuff to mask the smell. It really isn't as bad as i make it out to be. my weekend was good, I don't remember all of the details but i know i had fun, everyone says i had fun. in sporting news the patriots won again. I wouldnt consider myself a big sports fan, but it's hard not to like football. the men are subhuman beasts who kill each other while trying to throw a piece of sewn pig leather down a field. it's great! I had a dream but forgot it. i don't think i've posted on livejournal for a long time, but becka is my lj inspiration. ha. Almost feel like i shouldnt have moved to new york, but i thought i'd love it. you don't notice how dirty it is when you visit,but when the lower east side gets as familiar as newbury st, you realize that the shimmering fades, and you are left with trash and sidewalks lined with produce cartons.
Nothing feels comfortable there, it's strange nothing has a personality of it's own, and some people can totally get off on that, but things are generated there to be exactly what they want you to feel, and i hate that. No one really spoke english in my neighborhood,besides all of the "artists" who live there, and my spanish isn't as good as i thought it would be. my advice.....dont take your "art" to new york, let new york find you.