last night wendy and I attended a free champagne night in park slope at a very nice bar. the flyer promised nonstop britney spears house music to accompany our eight flutes of bubbly [each]. however, much to my dismay, the dj didn't know who britney spears was .. or what I was even saying for that matter. nevertheless, it was a smashing time and we intend to revisit the black pearl every other saturday.
wendy and i shamefully eating mcdonald's underneath a poorly lit stair case.
it's a pantyliner summer.
alfie?
i'm at tillie's and the monster worker just moved a sofa so that a patron could plug in her laptop. wendy and i were informed there were not outlets in the entire cafe. i'm going to brick the window.
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pantyliners and mouthwash. new york is FAR too crazy for me.
I'll make a name to post to eventually, so you don't think some random person hates you. This is going to be a complete take over.
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