There is motion everywhere all the time and when you move along with that motion, it feels like you’re just gliding through the terminal. What I probably love the most about it, though, is how it makes everyone small. I don’t feel like the only short person in the crowd. Everyone is short. I am like everyone when I am walking through Grand Central.
I just had to share that. I should also finish my work.
I missed you, baby! So glad and excited you’re with me again.
with “I Can Feel A Hot One” playing on my iPod. My feeeeeeeeels, all my feels.
Every moment’s a day, every day seems like a lifetime…
I finally took my postponed placement at Baruch today and following that, went around the city looking for Kevin’s birthday gift and a very early Christmas gift for Avi. I’m so pissed at myself, though. Not for making foolish math mistakes on my test. Not for spending $4 on another small, bitter drink from Starbucks. Not for spending $40 on four cigars. For spending $2.-fucking-50 for a hot dog from a street vendor. Not just any hot dog, the worst hot dog in the history of the world.
I’m going to be haunted by this self-loathing for at least a few days.
