no ____ one ____ defies ____ artificial ____ light
I'll cut all your wires I never cared Cut all your wires What can be there? It's dead. And all the invisible arcs Are caught in my head And the invisible arcs Are caught in my head
happy fuckin' 2006!
grocery shopping in heels. wontons and apple gouda quesadillas and sex [and the city...clearly]. trivial pursuit rematch: guys vs. girls. pop culture queen. [accidentally] forgetting assef, and having to retrieve her at 1147. champagne flowing from the rooftops. party on pill hill (!) sneaking in like we're in the underground railroad. "they can't count!" huge walk in closets and nice rugs and dancing and hot convention happenings. attempting to sleep on futons and on floors and everywhere in between...unsuccessfully. being awake at 730 and wanting coffee (but not getting it until 12). mixes with rainer maria and simon and garfunkel and otis redding. losing things in the giant house of a thousand rooms and ten thousand doors. caribou with my girls. how are we going to top this?!
That's another reason I love New York. Just like that, it can go from bad to cute.
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