also, what a weird day; I got a text from my ex (the one I moved to LA "for") who found an old DVD with the Bobby Flay "THROWDOWN" episode I was on so we're going to meet up for tea & chat when we're both back in LA. I must be on some weird apology tour vibe with the universe RN.

this week went by so fucking fast I have no idea where the time went. Wednesday is my last full day in NYC & I'm really sad to leave. however, I have a lot of fun stuff planned (visit friend at work, go to AMNH, maybe eat some grease at el castillo de jagua) & I do intend to return in October.

Sitting in the little park off 1st and 1st to soak in whatever is left of my youth before meeting some friends for dinner. I miss Boca Chica for their black bean dip & plantain chips.

All the ads on the subway in NYC are AI generated slop & it's embarrassing

my sister hooked me up with a new set of glasses - they're black, chunky, hexagonal. I look like a deranged art school teacher who only dates women. I don't think this is too far from my future truth, let's be honest

Sitting at the terminal stop in Flushing & i cannot help but be reminded of that wild morning after the Civ "Can't Wait One Minute More" video shoot. I think i can tell this story now but not on a public forum. That would be rude.

I have no idea what i want to do before meeting my sister and walking around Manhattan sounds dreadful so I'm going to ride the 7 train to Flushing so I can look at the skyline.

what do you mean I cannot find a bodega that sells a fucking frozfruit in NYC anymore; I want one coconut, one pineapple, one lime, one cherry and I want to eat them while walking down the street, fruit syrup dribbling down my wrists, a sticky reminder of summer take me to lemon ice king of corona!

Somehow wound up down the rabbit hole of reminiscing about Fred's at Barneys, the aggressively mediocre café above the famed retailer where I once worked as a young adult.

I have become the main character in a Lorrie Moore short story.

sometimes I want to be a contrarian asshole & say "I don't want rice pudding sweet - what's the savory option" but I know the answer is simply "risotto" which I admittedly don't care much for so let's fight about this.

if you live anywhere near Astoria, Queens & like seafood, run that ass over to IBN HAMIDO on Ditmars. you pick your fresh seafood selection from the counter, sit at a table, order your sides/drinks & the fish/shellfish/cephalopod are prepared for you as requested & brought table side. so good!

I had to show someone ten years my junior the "honey badger don't care" video because they weren't getting my references. It's one of the dumbest funny things about the internet.

On the E train, a young child gaped at me while I waved to him (his mother waved back) & then an elderly man ogled me like I were a Cyclops. I'm not sure if this bodes well for me, or, quite frankly, anyone.

the updated gap OM does NOT smell like the original, not even close, so they should have called it NO-M instead

I love that my friend took a gander at a dude & deemed him "old Toby" in reference to Toby Morse if Toby Morse were older than he actually is which is not young (we're of similar age, so I can say this) & now I can never not laugh when thinking about this. Way to ruin everything, Gina!!!

How the fuck do you wear jeans in NYC when it's like 80% humidity and 90°F??? Are people cosplaying as human tamales

I dragged my sweaty derriere to Greenwood cemetery & wandered a wide swath of territory in attempt to locate my mother but after an hour, complete with video assistance from my sister, I left without success. Physical location means nothing since I talk to my mom all the time but this is funny

I had dinner with one of my favorite people on the planet last night & I gotta say, I'm very grateful for the good folks I've cultivated in my life garden.

Make too many shibari jokes over text before meeting & your date is gonna think you want him to tie you up.

I packed THREE dresses for NYC which means it's summer, not that I'm feeling more femme. the east coast humidity demands that your crotch be freewheeling & free. don't worry, old girl here is wearing a vintage into another shirt on the plane with baggy ass R13 shorts because she is also a dirt bag.

I'm legit LOLing at the fact that my sister insisted I take these LV bags back from NYC last time & now I'm bringing them back to give to her/our friend's mother because I won't carry them (they don't match my aesthetic) & I won't sell them. I still need to give away my 2012 era Alexander Wang bags

I've had some groceries delivered to dad's so I can make him coconut jelly, the kind you get at dim sum, for his birthday. I'll probably also do some kind of crispy HK style chow mein or maybe a mai fun dish.

you'd think someone my age would be mortified when a seven year old asks "why do you curse so much" but nope, I just laughed & replied "because that's how I fucking talk, kiddo"

whenever I listen to jawbox as an adult, I think "this band was way too complex for you to appreciate as a teenager but good job, ya little freak" oh wait, this is burning airlines

agh, the maker of my favorite matte red lipstick is shutting down her business so stock up now. it looks like things are 30% off. my shade is CATFIGHT - the perfect blue based red. menageriecosmetics.com

when I tell a recruiter that I left the job market for a year to recover from grief stemming from my mother's death & they don't say anything, I know that this isn't the opportunity for me

all these young dudes with their short hair perms & porn staches look like this to me:

"googly-eyed Kremlin bitch" is certainly a sparkling turn of phrase to refer to Kash Patel properly

SCRATCH THE SURFACE by SOIA just came on & I immediately broke into a giant grin & did a little floor punch in honor of Lou. that video shoot was a lot of fun.