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Keeg, via text to me, tonight @ half-past 11 NYC-time: ”Someone suggested to me that we had to live up valentines day this year so we could send you a photo to make you jealous and to equal the video you posted . . . Well, that someone would be junenoire . . . and let me just say since I’m at home in bed and becky is sick but still skyping with johnnyboy [...] Birds, Birds, Birds . . . All hail the end of The Year Of Sunshine! Last year, on Valentine’s Day, I went out with some friends and my brother Keegan to celebrate my departure to LA, my birthday (officially the day after Valentine’s Day), and yeah, Valentine’s Day; singletons celebrate the day with friends, duh. And of course, you know what a sucker I am for documenting EVERYTHING . . . Here’s a neat [...] Good evening, Birds . . . Last time I hit the road (must seem like I’m always on the road, right?) to see my aunt, uncle, and cousins, I attached some fishing line to my phone and duct-taped the line to the roof of my car and turned on the camera. (My middle name is MacGuyver, didn’t you know?) Now, why would I do such a thing? I have such a hard time describing the beauty [...] Taters be damned, for now, Pretty Birds. Something’s abrewin’ over at RogueRanting headquarters. (By headquarters, I mean which ever cafe I’m presently at, usurping wifi, slurping down caffeinated beverages with all the class of a two-bit hooker). Scabs is back in town, from a semester abroad, and I’m thrilled to report back that she’s still the same merry-happy little shit-show we all know and lurvvvvve. While regaling me with tales of drunken sprees from [...] Birds, Becky, my darling co-founder of our new art collective (more on that soon, promise!), is in LA for approximately ten days (as of January 26th?). She flew out of New York in a blur, leaving behind her dear, dear Riou George. I don’t know all the intimate details about Becky and Riou George’s relationship, but I have it on very good authority that they sleep together and have been for awhile. (Becky would be [...] Fresh off the plane, where I spent roughly five and a half hours sitting next to the cutest little lab puppies and their super-kind handlers- bred at Guide Dogs of America Los Angeles and bound for a GDANYC trade-off, Keegan met me at Jamaica Station. (Cabs to and from the airport are such a money & time suck, Birds; between the traffic and bad weather, they don’t get you to your destination any faster and cost a lot more.) From the train, we went to his apartment. (By the way, did I mention to you that I’m back in New York for awhile?) Click here to finish reading yesterday: queens for a day . . . |
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