A few people have used an “it’s a tradition” argument supporting every retarded thing Christans do. This cracked me up. The party last night with Sebastian was awesome, I didn’t have my camera with me but there was this great view of the Brooklyn Bridge from the rooftop. Later, we headed to Williamsburg to catch [...]
I’m feeling strange tonight. I really want to go out and do something, but I think the last bus already left. And I’m not interested in staying up until 6 AM to take the bus back. Every other day of the week everything runs all night, but Sunday sucks. So I spend my Saturday evening [...]
I’ve been listening to Kelley Polar a ton, and this one song is just a dead ringer for all my nights of revelry at Lipstick. All that’s in my veins: sweat, tears and champagne And every night the same, over and over The sun will rise and then I will find love where I can [...]
The last few days have been a blur. On Saturday, my mom and I woke up at seven o’clock in the morning to make sure that we made it to The Wages of Fear on time. Bus service is erratic on Saturdays and Sundays, so we couldn’t take the chance of missing the later bus. [...]
Spent the remainder of the week in Middletown with my aunt Gail, had fun watching my cousins Nicholas and Alexis. We went to the beach, but it was really cold and windy. He’s the spitting image of my uncle Gary. I had a good time. I love Gail: she’s at once spacey and pragmatic. I [...]