Oh and Sirenfest was just one big hipster shitshow. I would've just rather gone to the aquarium.
I got hit on by a drunk frenchman standing on the corner of 1st and 1st, waiting for Henry because he's always late. The frenchman had a receding hairline and double air-kissed my cheeks goodbye.
He asked for my email address, after asking where the F station was so he could get home to Brooklyn. How Eurochic.
Silly Frenchy. He totally knew where the station was. And totally did not get my correct email address.
He asked for my email address, after asking where the F station was so he could get home to Brooklyn. How Eurochic.
Silly Frenchy. He totally knew where the station was. And totally did not get my correct email address.
B is the nicest person ever. She is the reason I will travel to Brooklyn alone at 3 in the morning and wake up ridiculously early for a Saturday (9:45?) to go to the cutest pseudo-French cafe I've ever seen (and I've been to France) for breakfast. I am incredibly sleep-deprived and filled with carny food. Ugh.
I want more female friends. Alls I hang out with are dudes. Well so much not anymore.
Tomorrow morning I am waking up ridiculously early for a Sunday (10am) to take my long-lost friend, Dan, out for a birthday brunch before he goes back to Virginia.
I live the life of a homosexual man. An asexual homosexual. Man, boy, guy.
2 comments:
i hear you. let's be female friends?
i want to be your friend! hey!
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