...well, not really. unless you count anger at the almost undetectable differences between emerald nuts' and planters' ideas of "honey roasted." or general loathing of tribeca ( Read more... )

anyone who knew me when i still had my local mahopac bank account has probably heard my rant on why banks are ridiculous and frustrating as hell. i thought maybe - MAYBE - switching to a big, shiny bank with nifty advertising involving bubble wrap would slightly quell my qualms ( Read more... )

back in pac after a fabulous few days. best birthday since i was six and went to the aquarium. thank you guys for playing with me, y'all fucking rock ( Read more... )

47 hours, and i am off the computer-radar til late tuesday night. 47 hours and it's five days in the city and away from grandma. 47 hours and i spend lots of time with my favorite girls and boys, doing wonderful things like wandering manhattan, seeing my favorite shakespeare comedy, potential motherfucker parties and watching fireworks (gosh darn ( Read more... )

status: alive. working. staying sane with a little help from my friends ( Read more... )

there are quite a few reasons why i'm not crazy about soho. it's insanely expensive, the tourists, the ungodly amount of hipsters, the grittiness, the fact that you can't buy any food but dirty water dogs for less than ten bucks, the complete disregard for the artists and small stores that made it popular to begin with, etc. etc. i've got gripes. i ( Read more... )

gosh! working for the soho map and guide sure is crazy! today lots of stuff happened. i got hit on by many creepy men, like the fat dreadlocks guy who raises money for the homeless. he called me bright eyes! i think we're friends now! i don't know why i was getting hit on because i was wearing pastels and looked like a six year old, or a big dork. ( Read more... )

i forgot about what a hard on i have for 1920s paris. i got so caught up this past year in, well now that i think about it nothing in particular, but anyway i forgot how badly i want to have been a part of that movement. if i have to live in this boring day and age, with all its technological emptiness, someone should at least come around to ( Read more... )

because i came after christ. which, you know, seems cool.
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east village books will be the death of me. just you wait and see. if sam doesn't smother me in my sleep first, i will wither to a pile of ashes in that store ( Read more... )