February 2012
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if i had your faith | 6 months
Last night, I went to Chinatown to purchase a cheap comforter.
It was a beautiful night. My friend S., native Brooklynite, says that this winter has been freakishly mild and I’m inclined to agree. My inner Floridian shudders, but I was expecting to be shoveling snow this time of year. The fact that I’ve still not built a snowman is devastating. That’s not to say that it’s not freezing—...
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ps i am the new assistant baker at work
Boss, examining the veggie burger patties I made: These are some ugly patties.
Vulva: It's conceptual. You wouldn't understand.
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Nobody will be jamming to this song like I will be...
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high expectations half-asian mother
Mom: I want to meet Tim Gunn.
Vulva: Okay. I don’t know him.
Mom: Well, you’ve got a lot to do before I get there then.
catatlas asked: Vulva, I want to catch up with you, or chew the fat, shoot the shit, hear how much better your life in NY is than mine in SF is, etc etc. Tinychat soon?
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Also I am going to see Marilyn Manson in Long Island with the hot waitress from work and it’s not until April but I already know it’s gonna be the best day of my life.
I’ve had laryngitis for the past week and have taken to whispering at people on the train. It’s weirdly intimate, totally unnerving, and everyone hates it. Everyone except me. I’m going to keep doing it even when I get my voice back.
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So I had the flu for a solid week, and then immediately contracted laryngitis as soon as I stopped hacking my lungs up. I haven’t been able to talk since Monday. I have been miserable.
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