they pulled my hair at charm school.

they stole my guestbook during rolecall.

hell yes! + March.20.05 = 11:33 p.m.

dear trash night,

it's sunday. the first day of spring. it's been raining and up and down smith st. garbage bags glisten under streetlights. bulky white and black trash bags lean against parking meters, jostle one another in front of the boerum hill food company, announce the fact that #--- had too much to drink this weekend and that #--- isn't eating anything but take-out & milano cookies these days. #--- just threw out six months of fashion magazines. finally!

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saturday = lunch at the new whole foods, union square. walk west village streets + coffee + ice cream + spring items in marc jacobs + view of the hudson + coats on people passing by are unzipped or unbuttoned.

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the new apartment in williamsburg has a rooftop garden area. rooftop! garden! and a big room w/a closet full of art/history/fashion books.

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korres honey face mask!
hauschka rhythmic night conditioner ampules!

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walking up dean st. 8:30 p.m. on my way to c.v.s. for toothpaste and razors. a man in a black s.u.v. slows down to tell me that "you are exactly the girlfriend i want! tell me where to send away for a catalog to order one of you!" for real. if only: that easy, no??

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