is it a testament to new york, or to our famed hospitality, that gramercy tavern is brimming with jews

eating subpar pizza at 4 in the morning off container store lids, in bed, with a friend and taco bell sauce accoutrements = fun

eating subpar turkish food at 4 in the afternoon out of the box, in bed, alone with spicy hummus = sad

a lot can happen in one day

theres nothing quite like watching your glove pool with blood as you shuck oysters.

im fucking terrible at this.

germany was nice.

ive moved again.

im living in brooklyn now.

my job is tedious. but i suppose this is what i asked for right.

being an overly complicated person has made it difficult for me to be presented with any serious offers to make me a full time lady of leisure.

off to germany. will update.

the story of the missing link.

last tuesday i went to dinner with a friend, who in turn brought a friend.

dinner was nice.

the next day at school i ran into the friend of my friend and he was wearing his chef whites.

our whites have our names on them.

his last name is my mothers maiden name.

its not a very common name.

he is my cousin. (4th)

what i am saying is, i randomly met someone whose grandfathers grandfather is my grandfathers grandfathers brother. this can not possibly be a common occurrence.

the end

the thing about the elevator game is that if i dont know about it i can not win.

so long student id and more importantly dinner