Some one-liners from the streets of New York and New Jersey:
“Why you don’t got no kid yet?” – Child in Newark asks me. It was sad. But then it was kind of funny.
“Look, honey. I got two hands. I’m not a like uhh… one of those octopuses, ya know?” – Woman talking on her phone walking down 24th street in Chelsea.
“Do you know how to get to the Hustler’s Club?” – Young guy to me when in Hell’s Kitchen.
And no… I didn’t know where the Hustler’s Club was located.
Now, let’s take a look at February in a flash:
Classes began to confuse me.
I bought a plant. I haven't quite planted it yet... but I took the first step.
A yummy Martha Stewart crumb cake was baked and devoured.
We celebrated a birthday!
And we danced.
Finally, there was a photo shoot.
Plus more. But for now, I'm sorry guys - I've got to go. This blog post was short. Here's the thing: I'm reading the Hunger Games and I have about 50 pages left. So I'm going to go disappear into that world for a while, and then I'll be more sociable in a few days. Talk to you again when I'm not in Britney-book-mode... oh the obsessive behavior. It's like a disease! Insomnia, loss of interest, and a whole slew of other side effects you might hear in a prescription's informercial.
Lucky I love this sickness. And if your reading my blog, you probably do too.
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