cawffee tawlk
you know when you buy something you’re really proud of, or that you really love? I go through this a lot…i buy a shirt and, automatically, i wear it about every single day—I buy new shoes and I may as well sleep in them. I feel like many new yorkers are like this, but on a larger, more obnoxious scale. The street is a runway; the laundromat is a fashion show. I’m sitting in Think Coffee on bleeker and bowery right now and the lights are pretty dim, and the sun is beginning to set…and a few tables in front of me, there’s a woman in a leather jacket, with her tousled, unwashed (or seemingly-so) hair, and these huge cat-eye-ish glasses. How can she see? my eyes are straining, just looking at her.
on another note—there are these two people at the table, one closer to me, that seem to be on some sort of blind date. My reaction to this? shoot me if I ever get to this point. Dating? ugh. BLIND dating? what could be worse? In a city that has a ‘generous’ 60:40 women to men ratio (and i mean that with sarcasm and love), if i fall into a man’s arms, lovely, but if i’m THAT desperate to meet ‘the one’ that i basically have to stab myself and twist that knife inside of me (not to be graphic or anything), I’d rather just suffer alone and continue making meals for one.
wow, what an entry.
ON A FANTASTIC NOTE: Today has been such gorgeous day that all I can do is smile and be productive and let that glass turn from half empty to half full. Spring means so many things to me. my god, there is hope in the world. birds are singing, trees are sprouting (?) and the world is smiling again. gooooodddbyyyyeee eskimo jacket (at least for today…)
