I am at a tow car place on 38th and 12 ave and it’s 5 am and I’m sitting in these horribly faded red chairs that don’t match my outfit. I’ve been up since 10 am and I’ve traveled to the lower east side, back uptown, and then back to midtown. I’ve edited photos for the paper, wrote an article,made some jokes (most were lame), fell out of like, laughed with friends at dinner and taken out money from the atm twice. My brother just handed me a styrofoam heart on a stick and I’m in a skirt and tights and feel like a fairy.

Happy valentines day

***this post misconstrues how cool my life actually is… it was a dull day