o dear god...
today it is time to leave new york, post-halloween, all hungover as shit. we've been here so long neesa's place started to feel like home. last night i carried boogie (melissa's sweet as fuck pomeranian) in her handbag to a party on newel. sooooo many beers. mark hurst brought absinthe. fuck, new york, we'll miss you!
we've been so productive here. whether it's trolling around trying to find free drinks or sipping on forties in the park or sharing sparks and corona *light* on the train, we've gotten a lot accomplished. like when luke and i ate $2 falafel sandwiches and $1 slices for lunch the other day, that's a cheap meal! drinking wine in central park, meeting hotties, seeing old friends, making new ones. we'll be home in a week. iggy, lez do that shit!
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i want to drink sparks with you on the subway. next time i must come with
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