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I'm alive.
I feel like I should update. It's been over a month, but I don't know. Every time I try to commit my life to words it seems so surreal, like, "Is this what happens between walking from your tiny closet and back again?" How fucking pretentious of me! But hey. I'm alive, tired, and being a terrible person. But I think I'm certainly content as a ( Read more... ) -
hello, sailor.
Yeah yeah yeah, stuff is happening in my life, but...
This post is just to say. I LOVE FLEET WEEK. Next week, I'm staying in the city for it. Even just the nicked-off days I was in the city - it's the most beautiful thing.
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une ombre de la rue
The party was actually decent. Enjoyed it, even though I barely knew anyone there! Wore gorgeous Forever 21 dress. Heh.
Saw La Vie En Rose (or La Môme if you want to be pretentiously French like me) just now. ( pretention? ah oui! ) -
the Russians are spiking my microwave
If I die in the next few days, it is because my microwave has poisoned me. The microwave tray made a weird noise, now there's black charcoal scoring on it, I've gotten a new tray off eBay, and I tested it to make sure it works in the meantime by heating a mug of milk. No weird noise, no extra scoring, but who knows if I'll grow an extra limb b/c ( Read more... ) -
I'm a Mac!
How is it that I have the only phone in the world that isn't Mac-compatible? Oh iPhone, truly I dream of the day that you are released in a dual CDMA/GSM model, which is the day I will buy you. I miss my little SLVR and how I could just jab it into Gandalf with my camera cord (my camera cord!) and it would happily sync up my NPR podcasts and ( Read more... ) -
things I love about NYC.
(1) the fact that you can get delicious multiculti cool sweets anywhere. This week I have had a range from highbrow to lowbrow. The highbrow was Grom, the delicious gelato straight from Turin. The midbrow was Pinkberry, frozen yogurt flavored like yogurt because it's yogurt (so good! Like soft-serve lassi ice cream!). The lowbrow was the ( Read more... ) -
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Of the ridic - the somewhat sucky taro bubble tea that I found in K-town, Passions actually showing Miguel having a HEART TO HEART in prison, how frizzy my hair is already, how much I suck at my shift this week ( Read more... ) -
life is dull
Hmm, here is life ( Read more... ) -
LOWER THE VOLUME, WHORES.
Downstairs hasn't stopped playing the same Madonna song since 8:30 AM, charitably.
Wait, they just changed the song, and now are playing a song that has a heartbeat for the percussion line. Which means, because I can feel the song through the floor, it's beginning to look a lot like Edgar Allen Poe in here. This is doubleplusungood.