beautiful things
come from small places
not always seen
but always noticed
i can tell
from the look in your e y e s
that you know
everything you need
to see what there is
in that s p a c e b e t w e e n
the secret of you
is hard to keep
you think that's your cue
to walk out and leave
apologies are like heavy air
lingering in what should
have never been there
it's hard to sleep
with all these dreams
thoughts that transfer
into screams
screams that translate
the way you feel
the way you hurt
almost ideal
it puts pressure
on yourself to blame
things that are there to keep
you sane
and in the end
a glimmer of <<light>>
portrayal of the good life
lullabies in your ear
showing you
that light is near
-d.elise
12.11.2011
12.07.2011
Thoughts
I wish I could meet someone completely random. A stranger who I'd feel comfortable telling all my problems to. I just wanna vent everything in life without the other person asking themselves what the fuck I'm talking about. Under the influence all these thoughts come into my head and I just don't know how to handle them by myself sometimes. Things I don't understand just overwhelm my entire process of thinking and loving life to the fullest capacity. I could sit for hours and think by myself, alone in my room...nothing but music playing and candles burning, memories and images playing in my brain. I'm so afraid of silence because it brings out the worst in my thoughts. I am a happy person, always cracking jokes and shit but at times I'm really just a person who's terrified of what the future will bring. I don't know how to explain what I feel, I just know it's there. I've tried explaining some of these things to my friends, and they don't properly understand. They try to analyze it and I don't want to be analyzed, I just want to be heard. I wish someone was on my level of thinking, it would be easier to accept if I had a companion in it all.
Maybe the reason I'm so grumpy is the fact that I have all these pointless papers to write. I don't care about half the shit that I'm assigned, and that also scares me. Do I want to hate what I study and practice for the rest of my life? Seems pretty depressing. I don't get why teachers think they are so above you that they can assign you some million page bullshit on bullshit. Ask us things that matter, things that would be interesting to read. This is how new ideas and theories are birthed. By putting your own unique touch on everything you come to know and experience in your life makes for an amazing paper, something I know any teacher would be proud to have the honor of reading.
I don't know...just rambling, and procrastinating, and wondering, and desiring and falling asleep.
Maybe the reason I'm so grumpy is the fact that I have all these pointless papers to write. I don't care about half the shit that I'm assigned, and that also scares me. Do I want to hate what I study and practice for the rest of my life? Seems pretty depressing. I don't get why teachers think they are so above you that they can assign you some million page bullshit on bullshit. Ask us things that matter, things that would be interesting to read. This is how new ideas and theories are birthed. By putting your own unique touch on everything you come to know and experience in your life makes for an amazing paper, something I know any teacher would be proud to have the honor of reading.
I don't know...just rambling, and procrastinating, and wondering, and desiring and falling asleep.
11.20.2011
Levels
I have this theory, I guess you could say it evolved from me just wanting and needing to be a better person. I used to do things without thinking about consequences. This is a selfish way to think, considering everything in life is a domino affect. I used to see things only one way- but now, I've learned through troubles and experiences, that maybe the things you do, whether good or bad, add up in the end.
My theory acts like a point system in regards to a karma-esque religion. Actually, not religion (because religion is a socially constructed bullshit way of controlling those who practice) but way of life. Like in karma, what goes around comes back around. I guess I'll start from the beginning.
It's 3:30 and I have to be at work at 4. Im in Manhattan, work is in Queens. But of course I was fucking around and lost track of time, and I started panicking. I had gotten in trouble for being late to work just the day before and pretty much knew I'd be fired if it happened again. I click my phone to check the time every couple of seconds...3:45. By this time, I know I'm doomed. Rush down the first set of stairs at the subway and hear my train pulling into the station...one more set of stairs to go, and I see this man really struggling. He's holding a bunch of bags and has a cain in the other hand. I look back and realize he's blind and really won't be able to make it down the stairs all by himself. In a split second I decided this guys problems were bigger than me being late for work and as I lead him down the stairs I hear my train pull out of the station.
At this point, I start panicking again, knowing that when I get to work, they'll probably ask me to leave- but at that very moment, an express train pulls into the station. I hop on and by some miracle, it's announced that the train is skipping every stop but mine...I get to my stop in record time, and as soon as I get off I realize the station is completely empty (usually it's a good 10minute process to get out and down the stairs)...run to work. 3:59.
I know this may not be the most thrilling story you've ever heard, but it was the sense of reward that made me feel like I was fucking invincible. The fact that I gave up something for a complete stranger was so intensely satisfying.
It was this that brought a little light into my life, and where my theory originates.
I believe that everything we do is calculated in life by some higher being. Whether good or bad, it's being remembered, and whether beneficial or detrimental, you will be repaid for that same action. The same day that you do a deed, it is repaid to you...it could be something small like stubbing your toe, or bigger, like losing friendship. In the end, these things add up- and it is then when you must face them.
This has helped me unbelievably in the past couple of years, and has indeed given me a conscious I never knew I possessed. Any time I think about doing something that I probably shouldn't, I think ahead to other things that I will have to suffer through as my debt to this wrongdoing.
My theory also helps me be levelheaded, and to think about the pros and cons of a situation. It's taught me to be calmer, and to take a step back before taking two wrong steps forward.
It's not about being perfect, but learning that you are ultimately responsible for the kind of person you are in relation to others in this world.
There is so much corruption, that even the simplest form of goodness can conquer it all.
My theory acts like a point system in regards to a karma-esque religion. Actually, not religion (because religion is a socially constructed bullshit way of controlling those who practice) but way of life. Like in karma, what goes around comes back around. I guess I'll start from the beginning.
It's 3:30 and I have to be at work at 4. Im in Manhattan, work is in Queens. But of course I was fucking around and lost track of time, and I started panicking. I had gotten in trouble for being late to work just the day before and pretty much knew I'd be fired if it happened again. I click my phone to check the time every couple of seconds...3:45. By this time, I know I'm doomed. Rush down the first set of stairs at the subway and hear my train pulling into the station...one more set of stairs to go, and I see this man really struggling. He's holding a bunch of bags and has a cain in the other hand. I look back and realize he's blind and really won't be able to make it down the stairs all by himself. In a split second I decided this guys problems were bigger than me being late for work and as I lead him down the stairs I hear my train pull out of the station.
At this point, I start panicking again, knowing that when I get to work, they'll probably ask me to leave- but at that very moment, an express train pulls into the station. I hop on and by some miracle, it's announced that the train is skipping every stop but mine...I get to my stop in record time, and as soon as I get off I realize the station is completely empty (usually it's a good 10minute process to get out and down the stairs)...run to work. 3:59.
I know this may not be the most thrilling story you've ever heard, but it was the sense of reward that made me feel like I was fucking invincible. The fact that I gave up something for a complete stranger was so intensely satisfying.
It was this that brought a little light into my life, and where my theory originates.
I believe that everything we do is calculated in life by some higher being. Whether good or bad, it's being remembered, and whether beneficial or detrimental, you will be repaid for that same action. The same day that you do a deed, it is repaid to you...it could be something small like stubbing your toe, or bigger, like losing friendship. In the end, these things add up- and it is then when you must face them.
This has helped me unbelievably in the past couple of years, and has indeed given me a conscious I never knew I possessed. Any time I think about doing something that I probably shouldn't, I think ahead to other things that I will have to suffer through as my debt to this wrongdoing.
My theory also helps me be levelheaded, and to think about the pros and cons of a situation. It's taught me to be calmer, and to take a step back before taking two wrong steps forward.
It's not about being perfect, but learning that you are ultimately responsible for the kind of person you are in relation to others in this world.
There is so much corruption, that even the simplest form of goodness can conquer it all.
11.07.2011
Only With Frosting
I am the product of a happily married couple. After 25 years, they are still happy and by happy I mean they make out in semi-inappropriate places. So why am I such a marriage cynic? It is my fascination with older men and technology (both separate and joined entities) that has lead me to see the light, or I believe...the darkness of the 'perfect' life that marriage is perceived as in modern America. I've seen to much, and it's destroyed my perception of relationships. People today are less than trustworthy and that would be a cause of the endless technology that is accessible at our very fingertips.
One of my first encounters was with a website that I signed up for as a joke. A website specially designed for older, married men to connect and eventually cheat on their wives. Although I find that being the 'other woman' is appealing, and even sexy- this website led me to really think about the services being offered.
I talked to a variety of people: men with girlfriends, men with wives, men with children, doctors, lawyers and creeps. I asked them to be brutally honest, and I found that most were (you have nothing to lose when concealed by the curtain that is your keyboard). Many of them told me that they were unhappy with their lives and blamed that unhappiness on their family...that their wives basically didn't give them enough.
This is what I dislike about marriage.
If you don't give enough, please enough, pleasure enough...you are thrown away...because, cake is good, but only delicious with frosting. The lack of frosting is the incentive to be disloyal.
The more disturbing part about this is that many of these men had children, who they always said were sleeping while they were up talking to me, usually around 2 or 3am. You teach your children to be honest, to be loyal, and to be kind. But how do you thoroughly teach them this if you don't exemplify these qualities yourself?
I've done my own bad deeds, but I have most definitely learned from them. I want to be a good mom, but how do I achieve this if my husband is talking to a young girl on the internet and neglecting my needs while pursuing his own? I am haven't even lived a full 21st year, but it scares the shit out of me that I think about these things, that I always think the worst in people.
I've been cheated on before, and only the extraction of 4 wisdom teeth hurt more than the pain of that. Yes, I got over that and yes, I am a stronger and wiser person because of it, but to be 'eternally connected' with someone (thats what marriage is right? an eternal bond?) and suffer this kind of trauma- maybe without even knowing it- I'd rather not.
I don't exactly know were I'm going with this, or why it's a daily worry for me- but it's real and that's what my blog is all about.
One of my first encounters was with a website that I signed up for as a joke. A website specially designed for older, married men to connect and eventually cheat on their wives. Although I find that being the 'other woman' is appealing, and even sexy- this website led me to really think about the services being offered.
I talked to a variety of people: men with girlfriends, men with wives, men with children, doctors, lawyers and creeps. I asked them to be brutally honest, and I found that most were (you have nothing to lose when concealed by the curtain that is your keyboard). Many of them told me that they were unhappy with their lives and blamed that unhappiness on their family...that their wives basically didn't give them enough.
This is what I dislike about marriage.
If you don't give enough, please enough, pleasure enough...you are thrown away...because, cake is good, but only delicious with frosting. The lack of frosting is the incentive to be disloyal.
The more disturbing part about this is that many of these men had children, who they always said were sleeping while they were up talking to me, usually around 2 or 3am. You teach your children to be honest, to be loyal, and to be kind. But how do you thoroughly teach them this if you don't exemplify these qualities yourself?
I've done my own bad deeds, but I have most definitely learned from them. I want to be a good mom, but how do I achieve this if my husband is talking to a young girl on the internet and neglecting my needs while pursuing his own? I am haven't even lived a full 21st year, but it scares the shit out of me that I think about these things, that I always think the worst in people.
I've been cheated on before, and only the extraction of 4 wisdom teeth hurt more than the pain of that. Yes, I got over that and yes, I am a stronger and wiser person because of it, but to be 'eternally connected' with someone (thats what marriage is right? an eternal bond?) and suffer this kind of trauma- maybe without even knowing it- I'd rather not.
I don't exactly know were I'm going with this, or why it's a daily worry for me- but it's real and that's what my blog is all about.
10.20.2011
Eyes WIDE Open
I just wonder sometimes if things are really 'meant to be' or if that's just some sort of sick way of justifying whatever fucked up thing happened so that you don't feel worse than you already do. Like me spilling a cup of coffee on myself earlier was 'meant to be'? What could have possibly been fate about that?
Truth is, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, where I'm going, or even who I am sometimes. Who am I in a world of billions of people. Why am I confined to this one place when all I want is to meet different people and see different places? Is it fate? Is there some ultimate goal I need to achieve before the man upstairs lets me get to the next level? I don't want to play fucking tetris and put the pieces together, I want it all now...I want to figure out what I'm doing before I drive myself up a wall, out the door and into my next life.
(this is called impulse writing)
I need some kind of reassurance here. Like you can't put me on this earth without even a fucking compass. hOW is THat sUppOsed to WWWWORK??
Truth is, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, where I'm going, or even who I am sometimes. Who am I in a world of billions of people. Why am I confined to this one place when all I want is to meet different people and see different places? Is it fate? Is there some ultimate goal I need to achieve before the man upstairs lets me get to the next level? I don't want to play fucking tetris and put the pieces together, I want it all now...I want to figure out what I'm doing before I drive myself up a wall, out the door and into my next life.
(this is called impulse writing)
I need some kind of reassurance here. Like you can't put me on this earth without even a fucking compass. hOW is THat sUppOsed to WWWWORK??
9.06.2011
3:32am Questions
Everyone has 'em. You sit there, you lay there, you toss back and forth, switch up the pillows, take one leg out from under the covers...but nothing fucking works because all you need is answers. Answers to the questions that you ask yourself every time you can't sleep. I love my sleep, can't get enough of it, so why do these questions creep into my mind right on the brink of sleepiness. Call it bedtime karma. It's God and all the bitter spirits giving me a time-out for all the shit I didn't do and was perfectly capable of doing during the day.
Question #1) Why can't I find someone semi-normal to have a semi-relationship with and why does it always have to be so complicated. Love isn't complicated people, it's really not: I like you and you like me bam lets make sweet fuckin love and put all of our hatred for the world into good sex with someone you can have the best conversations of your life with in the morning, then grab a good meal catch a movie or a game and do it all over again the next day....not super challenging.
Question #2) How do some people have life so perfectly mapped? I don't, and it haunts me at night which is the point of this too-late post considering I have too-early class in the morning. Some people know what they want to name their hypothetical children, I have a hard enough time trying to decide what to make myself for dinner.
Question #3) Why are movies so predictable? Every romantic comedy is the same. Girl likes dude, dude fucks girl over, girl decides to move on, dude realizes he's being a colossal jerk, dude begs for forgiveness, girl cries and then boom, sudden happy ending. There are enough creative writers in this world to change shit up jussssst a little.
Question #4) Do crickets chirp all night long or do they ever get tired and take five during the night because this is the only sound I can focus on right now.
I miss being ten and having a magic eight ball solve my problems.
Question #1) Why can't I find someone semi-normal to have a semi-relationship with and why does it always have to be so complicated. Love isn't complicated people, it's really not: I like you and you like me bam lets make sweet fuckin love and put all of our hatred for the world into good sex with someone you can have the best conversations of your life with in the morning, then grab a good meal catch a movie or a game and do it all over again the next day....not super challenging.
Question #2) How do some people have life so perfectly mapped? I don't, and it haunts me at night which is the point of this too-late post considering I have too-early class in the morning. Some people know what they want to name their hypothetical children, I have a hard enough time trying to decide what to make myself for dinner.
Question #3) Why are movies so predictable? Every romantic comedy is the same. Girl likes dude, dude fucks girl over, girl decides to move on, dude realizes he's being a colossal jerk, dude begs for forgiveness, girl cries and then boom, sudden happy ending. There are enough creative writers in this world to change shit up jussssst a little.
Question #4) Do crickets chirp all night long or do they ever get tired and take five during the night because this is the only sound I can focus on right now.
I miss being ten and having a magic eight ball solve my problems.
8.16.2011
Message To Women On The Topic of Our Favorite Topic
Not to be a bitch or anything (code for what I'm about to say may be offensive) but guys, a girls most favorite, most exhilarating, most fuckin adrenaline pumping hobby for us is turning you down. It turns us on more to know we made you feel like shit than to spend an hour pretending to like the sex. This isn't just coming from me. It's known fact that girls love to screw you in the ass with a big n-o and then laugh about it later with their girlfriends, and THEN talk for hours about how gay you are. And honestly, you can't judge this statement because as it happens, this is a boys favorite hobby as well...we just happen to be better at it.
Nah dude- the perfect medium.
It is this hobby that led me to create the statement 'nah dude'. Now this statement may just seem like two tiny little words that don't do much damage but they REALLY FUCKING DETONATE the deepest part of a kids ego (and I mean that in the most unpleasant way possible). I have used these brilliant (if i do say so myself) words on many strange encounters and the damage is almost instant.
Awhile back, I was hooking up with a dude that turned out to be not very good at hooking up. Mid-eating-my-face he asked me if I wanted to have sex. At this point I was dumbfounded that this kid didn't understand my various cues that I wasn't into his face eating session, and was only there due to intoxication and the fact that I was wearing four inch heels in the middle of a damn blizzard.
So back to the moment...He asks me to bone. Due more to shock than anything else, what popped out of my mouth is now the most genius thing I've ever thought of. I simply said 'nah dude'.
It was if the skies had parted and this kid looked at me with an expression I can only describe as complete and utter confusion. After a second or two of stuttering he tried to play it off and BAM- he got the picture.
And this is where 'nah dude' was born. You see the beauty of this is that you're using vocabulary thats both relaxed and bitchy, casual yet formal, sweet with a little bit of spice. You are using their language and therefore on their level.
You see, a regular 'no' would make things pretty fuckin awkward for both parties. And if you dodge the question its even more awkward because he's thinking 'did she hear me?' which would cause him to repeat the question and you'd be right back where you started.
Wanna dance?- nah dude
Anal?- nah dude
Want pickles on your burger?- nah dude
Nah dude- the perfect medium.
Try it in any situation, 100% guaranteed to mind fuck the shit out of an unwanted visitor.
8.15.2011
Boom
My fascination with kids goes way back. As a baby, my little brother used to say the funniest things, which made me pay more attention to how children perceive all kinds of odd situations.
My latest encounter was in the Bloomingdales bathroom at Roosevelt Field Mall. Crowded bathroom, I finally get into the stall, and all the sudden someone farts. Not like one of those innocent little farts, no. This was the fucking King Kong of all farts.
Pretty much, the whole bathroom gets quiet and by this time even I'm feeling sorry for the person that created that bomb. In the middle of silence, this little kid screams:
"BOOM! JUST LIKE DADDY DOES!"
The whole bathroom, including myself, started hysterically laughing. All in all it really brightened up my day, and I thought I'd share this in hopes that it makes yours a little bit better too.
Cheers to kids, who always know exactly what to say.
My latest encounter was in the Bloomingdales bathroom at Roosevelt Field Mall. Crowded bathroom, I finally get into the stall, and all the sudden someone farts. Not like one of those innocent little farts, no. This was the fucking King Kong of all farts.
Pretty much, the whole bathroom gets quiet and by this time even I'm feeling sorry for the person that created that bomb. In the middle of silence, this little kid screams:
"BOOM! JUST LIKE DADDY DOES!"
The whole bathroom, including myself, started hysterically laughing. All in all it really brightened up my day, and I thought I'd share this in hopes that it makes yours a little bit better too.
Cheers to kids, who always know exactly what to say.
8.14.2011
The Craig's List Date
I am craigslist's number one craigslister. I love and am obsessed with reading the hundreds of posts that break the surface each day on this brilliant website. I look through the obscure things people sell, offered events and services, and my favorite, the 'romance' ads.
I absolutely love that people put themselves out there to complete strangers, and that so many people sum themselves up in a couple of lines or paragraphs in order to meet someone for a quick fling, or marriage for a greencard. I admire that people are so open in their desires and often wish a larger percentage of the world was like this. Things would be so much easier if you just knew what people fucking wanted. The remarkable thing about craigs is the fact that you have the option of putting up the ad, the option of meeting the people that reply, the option of well....basically anything.
So recently (..and maybe stupidly) I posted an ad on the romance column just to see how many people and what kind of people would reply...within the first 3 hours, I received a grand total of 67 emails. Some of the replies were hilarious, others were super outlandish and crazy, but the pictures definitely took the cake (spend a good five minutes on chatroulette and you'll get what I mean).
Not only did I post my own ad but I also answered someone else's. This guy turned out to be completely normal, and not the 'craigslist killer' many of my friends warned me about. Average dude with an average job...hard to find these days. So I end up meeting this kid after work.
Nothing is more nerve-wracking then waiting to meet a perfect stranger. I'm standing in the middle of union square park, and looking for this guy is like searching for a fuckin needle in a hay stack. On the phone with JAV and she's even telling me how crazy I am for going alone. In a skirt.
Finally I hear my name being called behind me. I turn around and he's standing right there, as normal as can be, in the chaos of union square.
I had heard about this place downtown called the Back Room. Basically a speakeasy that not many people knew about. Lost for something to do with this guy as a date, I asked him if he wanted to go on an adventure. He said yes, and actually seemed excited about it which made me even happier that I had stepped out of my box and comfort zone to give this craigslist mystery man a chance.
So we set off in pursuit of this hidden bar. After about 20 blocks of walking and chatting (he was an easy converser) I see a small and sketchy stairwell in the middle of a deserted block. As I'm bending to look down this black hole, this random dude walks by and says 'Back Room?", I say yeah and he goes nods to the staircase.
Craigslist guy (who I'll call CLG) and I look at each other and start down this narrow, rusty staircase. We walk down a lantern-lit passage way and finally reach a gated metal door. I open the door and it all hits me at once.
A beautiful, dim-lit, antique bar....wood floors, paintings of nude, full-figured women hung on the walls in gold frames, alcohol served in teacups and paper bags, antique lounge chairs and couches were every few feet, I felt like I had stepped back in time.
It was perfect. The setting was relaxed, which made conversation 10x better. It was mysterious. On a date with a stranger in a secret place...
We talked for two hours, straight on without awkward pauses, and kind of talked without care. With a stranger you don't have to be anybody, you don't know them and best of all- they don't know you.
Start your own mystery www.craigslist.com
I absolutely love that people put themselves out there to complete strangers, and that so many people sum themselves up in a couple of lines or paragraphs in order to meet someone for a quick fling, or marriage for a greencard. I admire that people are so open in their desires and often wish a larger percentage of the world was like this. Things would be so much easier if you just knew what people fucking wanted. The remarkable thing about craigs is the fact that you have the option of putting up the ad, the option of meeting the people that reply, the option of well....basically anything.
So recently (..and maybe stupidly) I posted an ad on the romance column just to see how many people and what kind of people would reply...within the first 3 hours, I received a grand total of 67 emails. Some of the replies were hilarious, others were super outlandish and crazy, but the pictures definitely took the cake (spend a good five minutes on chatroulette and you'll get what I mean).
Not only did I post my own ad but I also answered someone else's. This guy turned out to be completely normal, and not the 'craigslist killer' many of my friends warned me about. Average dude with an average job...hard to find these days. So I end up meeting this kid after work.
Nothing is more nerve-wracking then waiting to meet a perfect stranger. I'm standing in the middle of union square park, and looking for this guy is like searching for a fuckin needle in a hay stack. On the phone with JAV and she's even telling me how crazy I am for going alone. In a skirt.
Finally I hear my name being called behind me. I turn around and he's standing right there, as normal as can be, in the chaos of union square.
I had heard about this place downtown called the Back Room. Basically a speakeasy that not many people knew about. Lost for something to do with this guy as a date, I asked him if he wanted to go on an adventure. He said yes, and actually seemed excited about it which made me even happier that I had stepped out of my box and comfort zone to give this craigslist mystery man a chance.
So we set off in pursuit of this hidden bar. After about 20 blocks of walking and chatting (he was an easy converser) I see a small and sketchy stairwell in the middle of a deserted block. As I'm bending to look down this black hole, this random dude walks by and says 'Back Room?", I say yeah and he goes nods to the staircase.
Craigslist guy (who I'll call CLG) and I look at each other and start down this narrow, rusty staircase. We walk down a lantern-lit passage way and finally reach a gated metal door. I open the door and it all hits me at once.
A beautiful, dim-lit, antique bar....wood floors, paintings of nude, full-figured women hung on the walls in gold frames, alcohol served in teacups and paper bags, antique lounge chairs and couches were every few feet, I felt like I had stepped back in time.
It was perfect. The setting was relaxed, which made conversation 10x better. It was mysterious. On a date with a stranger in a secret place...
We talked for two hours, straight on without awkward pauses, and kind of talked without care. With a stranger you don't have to be anybody, you don't know them and best of all- they don't know you.
Start your own mystery www.craigslist.com
Names are everything.
So even though I'm more of a traditional pen and paper writer, I decided (with the help of NIL) that maybe it's time to get into this tech shit and internet vent. I guess the point of this blog is to talk about a bunch of different things going on in my life/the chaos that is NYC.
Only Kids Can Stare- it means exactly what it says. Basically, I realized that as amazed as you are about the things you see happening around this city, you can't...ever...show visible traces of surprise/bewilderment/blah blah blah without getting a nasty look in return- thus, only little kids can stare.
I'll be uploading pictures, talking about my ideas, giving reviews of places I've been, venting/bitching (depending on how you look at it) and my favorite- telling you all about my social experiments.
So yep, this is me.
Only Kids Can Stare- it means exactly what it says. Basically, I realized that as amazed as you are about the things you see happening around this city, you can't...ever...show visible traces of surprise/bewilderment/blah blah blah without getting a nasty look in return- thus, only little kids can stare.
I'll be uploading pictures, talking about my ideas, giving reviews of places I've been, venting/bitching (depending on how you look at it) and my favorite- telling you all about my social experiments.
So yep, this is me.
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