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last week i was at a cafe getting coffee on break from my temp job uptown. i was standing in line and two douchebags in suits, late 20's, were having a conversation. all i heard was:
"yeah, she has these big powdery lips, and she loves to suck dick."
it was almost like a scene out of american psycho. i forgot that human beings are like this, i forgot that i used to be like this. i ask for a small amount of respect for the people in your lives. just dont be so fucking selfish. and every interaction i overhear is a disappointing one. everytime im faced with learning about other people's lives, i wish i hadnt.
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im working at a restaurant in williamsburg now called the williamsburgh cafe. every morning i wake up, get on my bike, and ride north east along bedford avenue. along the way i pass about 5000 hipsters in leather jackets and wayfarer sunglasses doing their morning vintage shopping. i pass by the american apparel where i will probably steal t-shirts on any given day that im working. i pass by flyrite tattoo where i will probably hang out with marina after i get off work. i pass through the hacidic jewish neighborhood where all the kids have beards and some of the buildings are absolutely gorgeous. I pass waterfront views on division street and grand street, and then i coast up to wythe and North 6th and lock up my bike.
maggie gyllenhal (spelling?) and peter saarsgard came into the restaurant last night with their baby and a bunch of friends. everyone was so amazed, i just thought that their baby was annoying and needed to stop crying.
"yeah, she has these big powdery lips, and she loves to suck dick."
it was almost like a scene out of american psycho. i forgot that human beings are like this, i forgot that i used to be like this. i ask for a small amount of respect for the people in your lives. just dont be so fucking selfish. and every interaction i overhear is a disappointing one. everytime im faced with learning about other people's lives, i wish i hadnt.
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im working at a restaurant in williamsburg now called the williamsburgh cafe. every morning i wake up, get on my bike, and ride north east along bedford avenue. along the way i pass about 5000 hipsters in leather jackets and wayfarer sunglasses doing their morning vintage shopping. i pass by the american apparel where i will probably steal t-shirts on any given day that im working. i pass by flyrite tattoo where i will probably hang out with marina after i get off work. i pass through the hacidic jewish neighborhood where all the kids have beards and some of the buildings are absolutely gorgeous. I pass waterfront views on division street and grand street, and then i coast up to wythe and North 6th and lock up my bike.
maggie gyllenhal (spelling?) and peter saarsgard came into the restaurant last night with their baby and a bunch of friends. everyone was so amazed, i just thought that their baby was annoying and needed to stop crying.