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 . . .
It has been snowing and snailing (snow hailing, duh) for like five days straight, I think. Maybe four, but Hell, it feels like two weeks.
When will it ever end?
Trying not to be down about the general lack of sunshine in my life, LOL.
On the plus side, there’s a lot of philosophical sunshine going on?!?!?!
Anyways, feeling sick from [...]
Pretty Birds, if ever you’ve known me, you know that I like to make distinctions; that I like to split people in to two groups, always.
I’ll say things like, There are two kinds of people: people who jump off the high dive and people who are smart.
Or, The world consists of two groups: folks that like Kalamata olives and morons.
When I walked into [...]
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