The fact that this street exists, in NY’s Financial District, makes me feel really sick.
Or it could be the sushi I just ate.
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The fact that this street exists, in NY’s Financial District, makes me feel really sick.
Or it could be the sushi I just ate.
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Omg isn’t the guitarist on the left sooooo fucking hot? I Luff it.
(”Luff” the band @ Cake Shop on Ludlow for Young Brooklyn Single Moms fundraiser feat. DJ Shinratek)
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Baby corn baby corn!!!
Just got home. I’ve been playing in the snow all day. My mittens are really wet so I hung them on the radiator. Homesickness is setting in. I miss my LA friends, even though I have a ton of friends here, in NY. It’s just not the same. So I decided to recreate LA today!!
I went to the gym and worked out extra super today, as to reenact attending a typical (fun) club rager. Then I dragged my sexily-sweaty self to the tanning salon and signed up for a tan. (Not a mystic tan, oh no, we’re going all the way for this one. ) As I’m toasting under those gorgeous bright lights so reminiscent of camera-flashes-of-the-night-life in your gorgeous eyes, I’m pumping Steve Aoki’s new mix on my oh so pretty and pink iPhone. Ahhh… The NYLA life.
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Bath Time Cravings: tater tots, those sweet baby pickles, fried rice (with baby corn in it), rasberry boba black tea, Marilyn Monroe crepe, dried goji berries, fresh mango and papaya, pineapple smoothie… Ooh even better a Fred Segal ‘Minty Hawaiian’, a bear claw pastry, some Haribo Balla chews, those chewy candies covered in red and black candy sprinkle that look like berries, biscotti, some soju, aaaaand a large (1′ x 1.5′) custom stylized soy ice cream cake with my face and name beautifully and boldly printed on it.
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How it all eBang Began.
Day one on this thing. Trying to optimize it so I can write posts on the run. I should be able to now that I’ve got my iPhone, but these blog settings are tricky.
I just got into NYC from LA 2 days ago. It’s 3:40 am here but I’m wide awake. With Valentines day around the corner, everyone’s hustling for a fill-in lover. Why are we so lonely?
I’ve been using the meantime to remind myself that I’m unemployed. I’ve been unemployed for the last 8 months or so. I haven’t really wanted to be employed, but I feel like I should be? I just can’t let ‘the man’ get me down, and if that means not having a bullshit job, then so be it.
However, I did do laundry today, which gave me a huge sense of accomplishment. But I put this green towel in the hot bleach underwear & sock wash and I totally fucked it up. I feel so bad now. Little towel, I changed you.
Now I’m sitting here having a random chat with some pilot-guy that found me through who-knows-where on the internet and these vegan buffalo wings are so effin good I ate the whole box, which is, like, 4 servings. OMG i’m gonna turn into a puff.