yesterday night while wendy was fighting for her life outside on the street, I was inspired by my ..inspirational book [what a concept] and took to the roof of 219 clinton ave. it is such a pretty view, sort of, and I will add photos once I remember to take some the next time I ascend the rusty old ladder.
a toy left on our brownstone stoop.
"i try to be like grace kelllyyyy..."
3 comments:
Lookin' good! Let the cooks know when Wendy dances again.
still got them moves. if i didn't live alone, i'd challenge you both to an internet dancing contest. however, i imagine that if i videotaped myself dancing alone in my apartment, i would inadvertently become an internet phenomenon, and nobody wants that.
Just what does, "Wendy was fighting for her life" mean?
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