it's almost half past one in the morning and i haven't anything better to do than write. i am wide awake because i just got home from work. yes, i am employed once more. as i sit here with my cat lazily on my bed, though fearful of the golden beast downstairs, i think of new york. i think about how the moment i set foot on the pavement i was somewhere and anything i wanted was at my fingertips. want to go to columbia? take the subway at 42nd street to 116th street and you'll be steps from the journalism building erected by pulitzer himself. want to go to soho? make sure you walk down mulberry as far as you can go and you'll pass by chanel and burberry and come out to spring or broadway. the topshop is so fucking overrated in new york. little italy is beautiful and the waiters hustle you to get cheap lunch.
pictorials will do just fine for the rest of this.
mcdonald's sweet tea is not only overly sweet but dreadful and so huge!
my view from here (milford plaza, floor 20)
our fantastic promenade
proper library, proper school
columbia's student newspaper. it's probably better than our record anyway
jack sparrow in central park asking for a few bucks
st. patrick's cathedral
my one rebellious act in a church?
taking my birth control pill
do the hustle in little italy
washington square park has been my favourite over central park
it's less crowded, especially on torrential downpour kind of days
au revoirit takes going away from home to appreciate what you've got. it takes a trip to understand your place among everyone else and how easy it is to step away from it when you're not even there in the first place. easy for me, maybe not for you. but that doesn't really matter now, does it?
