free chocolate cake just entered the equation. i repeat, friday / saturday, DO NOT END.
also, two thoughts. 1) accepting free drinks feels mildly like the equivalent of being a garbage disposal, and 2) i love people who force you to accept the dollar they offered you for a cigarette.
treated myself to a nice, giant french dinner, escargot and all. walked home and a black cat waited for me to pass before crossing. (good luck, i think.) took a nap. woke up at 1:30am. now am back at the french place and my friend is giving me free drinks and we are listening to the donnie darko soundtrack. it’s rainy and windy and cold. (good friday / saturday, from what i can gather. don’t want it to end.)
BOB LOBLOX and other things
just went to the deli downstairs and “welcome to the machine” was blasting on the radio. i burst out laughing because an ex-man-friend of mine once asked me if i liked pink floyd, and i said, “YES, TOTALLY.” and when he asked me which song i liked best, i did the thing that all lying people do, aka said, “ALL OF THEM. ALL OF THE PINK FLOYD SONGS.” whether or not he realized that i was a false fan, he put on “welcome to the machine”, and we made out to it for a while. it wasn’t that i didn’t know the song (hi VH1 classic), but it was that WHY WOULD YOU EVER MAKE OUT TO “WELCOME TO THE MACHINE” IN THE FIRST PLACE. (unless you were like, living in not 2000+.)
bunked off work to go shopping today. didn’t realize it was so hot outside. saw terry richardson at bowery coffee talking about life problems to some girl. my iced coffee was chalky. THE END.
hi here was my weekend:
mac ‘n cheese empanada:
proof that rachel zoe was creepin’ in bushwick:
a duck friend i made when i was lost in the woods yesterday:
the first time i left the house today was like ten minutes ago. atmospheric conditions:
- neighbor is blasting the bachata version of “stand by me” on repeat
- soggy pigeons were outside eating soggy cheez-its
things i have done today:
- literally nothing except google how to spell “cheez-its”