g stands for guhhhh
ok so oops i messed up with brooklyn again. that fuckin' burrough is like this exboyfriend that never goes away but is so nice and tempting that i keep going back for more. it doesn't help that i have dear friends out there, friends, pot, and hbo. oh lord and some peanut butter oreos and some wholesome 1%.
i swear to fuckin' god that i never make it there and back ok. i always fuck up on the e or the g somewhere. its karma for all the white lies i told my parents in hs i think. i get off at greenpoint ave and i'm like "shit that one was for the time i totally told my parents there were going to be no boys at kara dunne's. SHIT SHIT SHIT"
i'm swearing a lot because the guys swear at the theatre company. i'm swearing a lot because i'm a fuckin' new yorker.
i met some very nice cops this evening who told me i was at the station where the rapist was and how i should not wear open toed shoes bc they turn him on and how its about time i should buy some pepper spray. i was kinda hoping they were strippers.
the sushi problem continues. dan is an enabler. he totally made the problem worse.
hopefully, he's embody his hidden martha homo-culinar-ity by making a carrot cheesecake for festivies on saturday. ooh that should be fuuuuuuuun.
hope you're there. bring a friend.
posted by AmyMihyang @ 2:50 AM
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