So hungry today

How hungry were you?

So hungry I had to leave in the middle of critical theory class and get a hotdog from the Sabrett's on the corner, stand there on the street and eat it, and then go back.

This, by the way, is actually the reason people blog

I got innundated with compliments this week. Mnh! that feels good. Especially when someone walks over to you just to drop that info bomb, then walks away.

Imma write them down, so that I have something to read while I eat this extra pan of tiramisu that I made.

"He said he thinks you're so beautiful he can't concentrate in class."

"I'm really enjoying the feminist reading seminar."

"That was a good question you asked."

"I like your hair like that."

"By the way, your presentation was really great."

"You made this?"

Thanksgiving

Spent eating and drinking and laughing in the most grown-up apartment of all of my friends in New York. Walls! Art! Silverware! In a solid, old Brooklyn building, too. You can feel that generations of families lived in those apartments.

Then I took the N train home with a surprising number of people, for 2 am.

Jesus Christ, all I talk about is real estate and the subway.

The Chinese take-outs are actually set up the same way

See, when I go get liquor in my neighbourhood, it's either at some affected wine shop (as this Friday, at 7:00) or the bodega (as this Friday, at 1:00). It's isn't, THOUGH IT SHOULD BE, like this:


all the booze, the money, and the humans behind bullet-proof glass. For the sheer suggestion of violence. The skids.

More proof that "hey beautiful" and "I hate you" mean the same thing

Guy selling CDs on Broadway: "Hey, you wanna hear some new music?"
Me: " "
Guy: "Hey lady, you're an artist! Come over here!"
Me: "I'm not an artist."
Guy: "Hey come over here! Come on, just for a second. That's not nice. Hey, FUCK YOU!"

SMS highlight reel, vol. 5

Day 1 in the West Village: just saw Macaulay Culkin AGAIN!

Are you in Jay's Critique of Judgment class tonight? If not, wanna [insert fun thing to do here]?

Ma pa howard judith me around the chimnea listening to "i fought the law". And of course we all know what happened next.

I need a fucking drink.

Currently rubbing copy of your syllabus on nipples: I've traced the phrase "the debt the latter owe to woman" in hot candle wax.

Hey lady: dont ever forget: we live in nyc! eeee! i just remembered

Reverdy, apparently

Had eine couple of beers in Alphabet City on Sunday, and lemme tell you it is a pain, pain, pain in the ass to get to. So on my marathon walk back to the subway I got to pass a shit-ton of covetable furniture on the sidewalk, it being the last day of the month. If only there was a train nearby I could have, you know, likewise done nothing about it.

I also passed this sign in a window: "There is no love, there are only proofs of love." The city speaks. The truth!