Oh water. One day we'll be able to live harmoniously and I will be able to consume you in normal increments throughout the day. I'll be hydrated, and you'll have a home in my belly and, consequently, the toilet, and you'll go back to the place you came from. Oh water, when will this utopian lifestyle come to be?
Severely dehydrated and refusing to drink you,
Why do I hate drinking so much? It's not just water. I just generally hate drinking. Unless it's whiskey.
Which, coincidentally, I drank a lot of this weekend.
Which went as follows...
ray lamontagne ballet dance party in my underwear.
catching up whilst out on the town with a friend.
wii tennis drunkards.
wake-up, egg sandwich, back to bed.
food shopping in the pouring rain.
potato burrito dinner party for some lovely friends.
birthday celebration for John Tarzan.
visit from mama.
the strand bookstore.
dylan thomas books.
union square crack head bench.
making a friend. camo ken. with linda the dog.
lil bookstore in the west village.
a lot of old people in the hamper.
coffee at the waverly diner.
getting over it.
you are the best thing.
sunday kind of love.
a well needed visit with jackie.
baskin robbins cookies and creme.
eating ice cream in the cold streets of ny.
talking to roman in Italy via skype.
doing a dance.
blockheads with ryan.
to the max.
12:01 train to babylon.
laughing with strangers.
spontaneous dancing and singing party on the train.
making new friends.
on the UES.