Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
do you wanna get maced?!!?
Today is my last day in the big city. No, not Northampton. Yesterday I had so mush fun taking flash pics and discovering my bird of a feather? Some female officer yelled at a group of high schoolers standing outside a double d (what America runs on) demanding that if they did not move they would get maced. I had some riceroni from walgreens for dinner. I am rushing through this because I want breakfast before I catch a bus back. I don't want to leave. Maybe I'll be out here soon for an extended period of time. We can only hope. Meghan, you are next to me in bed right now, so thanks for everything ;) You are my favorite guido.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
beef, pork, shrimp
Saturday, January 23, 2010
shoot the freak
I eat a lot of french fries. We found the dog version of Puddy outside Jimmy's Diner. I tanned on Coney Island. Pauly D is DJing in midtown tonight, which makes me die inside (it's Jersey Shore attire required). In a frenzy, realizing I had nothing to wear, I decided to have another go at my hairjob. We found a promising barbershop and Oscar (he gave me his business card) worked his magic on my scalp. He thinks stars are feminine. Two guys waiting to get their hair did tried to give us a bag of green, but i'm an independent woman and I can support myself. So many cuties out here. I'm ready to party and meet sexy guidos.
Friday, January 22, 2010
free kit kat / high times city streets
I went to the dominican barbershop down the block from Meghan's with intentions of getting my steps touched up, maybe even "2010" on the side, but my hair was lost in translation. It looks similar to the time Nick Flood touched my head. Buzzy and I found the honey hole of used womens shoes. I almost had to flee about 5 times due to severe anxiety. Just as I was about to give up I found those beautiful white boots, perfect for the L! Haha gag me.
P.S. I got a new phone. Same number for now. The person who stole my phone made international calls at 4 in the morning, to Jamaica, I bet. I have no numbers so get at me.
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