amy’s list.


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1...i went to london over thanksgiving to visit my sister and, despite the so so weather, it was one of the best trips i have been on in such a long time. not only was it a relief to fly across the ocean for something other than work or a tragedy, but it was also a total pleasure spending the holiday with my one and only big sister. i love her a hell of a lot (and not just because she’s a baller who always makes it rain).
2...occupy london was so discreet and quiet, boring almost. then we looked up and the sky cleared.
3...when i got back to the city, i finally finished writing my ny to do list and starred everything in my google maps account so i could have a super accessible and fully fleshed out resource of personalized adventures to go on while taking december and january off. i’ve been hacking away at it every day (sometimes with friends, sometimes without) and i think it’s changing my life. i can’t stop looking up.
4...for the first time in a long, long time, i really don’t know what’s next. i’m out there alright, hacking at a path and trying to find my way using every tool i possibly can, but fuck if i know where i’m going.

hunting season.


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“imma be real, man, this might sound like the craziest thing to you. i, and others like me – trap stars – we always considered ourselves robin hoods: we go out and get the money. just think, if you was in the village and you a hunter, you take pride in going out to hunt the prey and bring it back for the village to eat. in our situation, we took pride in getting money so that the hood could eat. a part of the hood was the strip club, so – in our minds – we looking at it like we putting kids through school, we buying school clothes, we paying tuition, we paying car notes. we felt like we was the providers. and that’s what we are! when you a ghetto star, when you a hood star, you gonna take care of your grandmother, your mother. when you on that next level, you gotta take care of the city, the streets. all of that consists of going to the strip clubs and throwing up money; like, imma have fun doing it, but imma give back. and, like, in doing so, they don’t gotta take the risks that we did. the women shouldn’t have to go out and kill the goddamn elk.”
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rappers are the ‘robin hoods of the hood’
young jeezy

block party.


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“this corner right here,
nobody puts baby there.”
good! more room for me.

amy’s list.


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1...omg, guys. it’s the moon. the moon! there’s really nothing quite like it (except maybe the sun).
2...the only reason i’m still holding on to my sex & the city collector’s edition box set is one part my infinity crush on steve brady and one part the “this pizza tastes like garbage” episode.
3...people watching at 9th street on any given morning is always always exactly where i want to be.
4...if there is ever a question about what i was like as a kid, this young lady will be more than happy to paint a detailed picture for you (or you can ask my sister to tell you about the time i yelled at a gorilla).
5...small dogs make me slightly sad and uncomfortable due to their smallness and my ability to squash them too easily-ness. this one was tolerable enough, but still. too small! too. damn. small.

fell into the gap.



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life is surreal right now.
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currently, i do not have a job
nor am i looking for a job
(both, by choice).
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them:..you crazy?
me:..maybe a little?
them:..oh shit, she crazy.
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basically, for the next two months,
i’ve decided to pull a quarter life reset,
live off 3.5 years of day job savings
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& choose my own adventure.
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like always, any & all
i’m okay / you’re okay
wisdom / nota benes
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W…E…L…C…O…M…E….
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ps – a very big thank you to the 14th street apple store for supplying such fast, reliable, and totally free internet to mild mannered hoardes of midwestern moms, european dads, your best friend’s cousin . . . and me.  this post could not have been drafted without you.  additionally, an even bigger no thank you to time warner for cutting major east village cables and indefinitely slowing all of 7th street to something straight out of my abby728 at aol dot com dial-up daze.

real simple.


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“by fourth grade i was allowed to come home after school alone. it taught me a lot about keeping track of my keys and how to listen for the sound of my mom’s car in the driveway so i wouldn’t be caught with food in the living room.”

– on working moms

luuuuuuucy.


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where’s my
white collarless shirt
from fred seeeeeeeeagel?

for the record.


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i’m having
a terrible,
horrible,
no good,
very bad
monday.
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h…e…l…p……w…a…n…t…e…d….

that’s correct.


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paul newman once attributed
his and woodward’s lasting union to
“correct amounts of lust and respect.”

what a man
what a man
what a mighty good man.

real world.


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this is what happens
when street performers
stop being polite
& start getting replaced
by really large animals.

who knows.


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i might roll out big
or i might sneak out here small.
it’s outta my hands.

at once.


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“when i look at my life and its secret colors, i feel like bursting into tears. like that sky, it’s rain and sun both, noon and midnight. you know, i think of the lips i’ve kissed, and of the wretched child i was, and of the madness of life and the ambition that sometimes carries me away. i’m all those things at once. i’m sure there are times when you wouldn’t even recognize me. extreme in misery, excessive in happiness—i can’t say it.”

a happy death
albert camus

who me?


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how am i doing?
throwing upper cuts & stuff.
how are you doing?