3 shades of crazy
Over the weekend, I bought drugs (not for me and with someone else’s $$$ of course. And by “drugs” I mean “dice”) for the first time in my life from a busboy at a restaurant in some shit town in New Jersey (at some point, unbeknownst to be, we’d crossed state lines; I never meant to leave New York) - which is another story - and the next day, the guy who sold...
It is. But this person is a stranger and not a stranger from the internet (which is safe, obviously) so I gave him my fake name… which is Penelope.
Got no response to this. Still need to watch GIRLS doe. (maybe he hates girls… the show and the people?)
I want to publicly express how grateful I am that I no longer live above this mess. I am, like, really, really grateful. This phenom vid was taken at 7 in the morning and the only thing I’ve heard at 7 in the morning at my new place is NOTHING… BECAUSE I AM SOUND (well, ish) FUCKING ASLEEP in my crib. I live in a 150 sq ft apartment (which is, I am nearly certain, smaller than the...
"it's all so comfortable [...] this sleeping...
I’ve been living in my new apartment for 13 days and Monday night was the first (and only) night I’ve slept here alone. I slept like this which is - as you can see - a bullshit way to sleep. It was barely sleep, it was like a party I wasn’t invited to or made aware of was going on in my body… silently fucking me. The only difference between Monday night and the other...
I’m pretty obsessed with this image for a variety of reasons: One being that this lil bitch (on the left; Mary Kate Olsen) is dating a 42 year old French dude (middle; Olivier Sarkozy). I could do without the French because I’m xenophobic (jk jk, I love everyone) I find the accent inherently smarmy (and do not get me wrong, I LOVE smarmy; I just like the smarminess to come from personality and...
I think things ought to belong to the people that like them” – and then sweeping...– Tender is the Night, Fitzgerald. (apropos)
Found this in a store on W 25th St
I want to cry until someone buys it for me… Is that how you get people to buy things for you? (I tried showing someone this picture and saying, “will you buy this for me? it’s seventy dollars,” but I still don’t have it…)
let me come home
My friend told me that she and a mutual friend were talking about my life and the mutual friend said, about me, “it must be serious because she’s stopped blogging.” First of all, nothing in my life is ever serious. But you will know when something is serious because I’ll be wearing a power suit and enrolling in law school like every other moron I went to...