Animation at Lunch.
[Lovely Day, Nolita]
Lower East Side babes.
Dave's a stalker when he has his camera in his bands.
[My best friend Ashley.]
This weekend, I made it rain with oversized one hundred dollar bills, found my long lost friend that I haven't seen in eight years and somehow made my way to his apartment in the upper west side to talk and catch up at 4am, made my way into Brooklyn Sunday morning to buy pickles at Brooklyn Brine and eat them in the freezing cold with runny noses with my Brooklyn Brat Pack, almost started crying when the bro across from me on the L train got a violent bloody nose out of nowhere, found a bandana covered in scary, vicious looking zombies on it in my bag, and woke up with scratches all over my arms. I'm banking on the fact that I just had a killer weekend.
I've been noticing this weird trend lately. It's becoming "cool" to say that you have anxiety. Remember when people would listen to bands like My Chemical Romance, Jameson Parker, Dashboard Confessional, Thursday, From Autumn To Ashes and Matchbook Romance, because they can "totally relate" to the lyrics? It was cool to be emo for a minute, but quickly became a joke when bros started wearing black eyeliner. "That guy must listen to a
lot of My Chem." Being someone who is unfortunate enough to actually have to deal with anxiety on a daily basis (over stupid things, mind you), I can tell you that it's not cool. Maybe having anxiety is the new emo, except you want to slit your wrists for
other reasons. Maybe it's just me, but I've been hearing a lot of kids saying, "Yea man, I have really bad anxiety, that's why I'm being so weird." Or maybe you're just weird ...
After this [wreckless] weekend, I've realized that it's not necessarily necessary to shower, or even brush your hair on a daily basis. All day today, I've had friends, even random strangers telling me, "you're hair is really pretty", and "you're hair looks so hot". FYI, I haven't brushed my hair in two days. And I'm guilty of not even having a legit shower in almost 48 hours. Good to know I don't have to be hygienic to be a babe. I think I'm going to be less hygienic more often.
Today I went to Brooklyn Brine with my friends in Brooklyn to buy pickles. Our main reason was because we had a debate over the old wives' tale that if you eat pickles right before you go to sleep at night, you have terrible nightmares. [It has something to do with the acidity in them.] Being a group of spontaneous skeptics, and lucky for us, pickle lovers, we went pickle shopping to put this OWT to the test. Of course, we had to buy triple the pickles we actually needed, because we have the patience of a group of four year olds. Never had a better tasting pickle in my life. I will, of course, let you know if pickles really do bring on the nightmares after tonight.
Today I feel Aeneous, a bright, obnoxious shining bronze. There's no other way to describe me other than that color for this entire weekend. Put yer shades on.
Current Listen: Keep Yourself Warm - Frightened Rabbit
