auriga

Thanks for all the birthday wishes

I want to live at KEYBAR.
More importantly I need to move, for real, to a new place. Let the room/apartment hunt commence.
Any and all help is highly welcomed.

My perfect day: Brunch at PJ Clarkes, MoMA visit, Macarons, pictures in Central Park, dinner at Butter, drinks until dawn at Keybar.

My body hates me, I hate it, too.
I want to go to back to school and quit my job that I hate/love.

What the fuck am I doing?

For the record, I think that this is a perfect set for summer

Write, watch movies, work, repeat...has become...

Write, drink, watch movies, drink, work, drink, repeat.

Blah.

I have a super curly 'fro now. I'll keep it for a while.

NYC people come to Keybar with me. Rolo shots and Brain Damage and the best Bloody Mary you'll ever taste in your life.