3 hours…
Last day in this fucking city (until I have to move here, dammit). I hate it here. It’s not for me. To much concrete and pollution. I can’t take it. New Yorkers are fucking mongrels. The worst sort of people if you ask me. They are like rats. They have their little nests, and whatever isn’t theirs they make and absolute mess of and contaminate it. Trash on the streets, subways, parks. It’s like a bunch of 5 year olds living on an Island. Except every single one of these 5 year olds smokes constantly, leaving the rest of us to breathe in the scrumptious chemicals every time they exhale. Walking to a park to try and get a breath of fresh air or see a tree or 2, and one is bombarded with more and more garbage. It’s sad, so very sad. I don’t understand how a person could be happy here. Then again I don’t have to because everyone here seems to be pissed off or agitated. If I didn’t have so much to do when I arrived home, I’d drive to fucking Wyoming or Montana where I could just sit and be in peace, hear myself think. Maybe if the sun shined here, people would be happy…. Nope I don’t believe that would help either.
one of my favourite sounds is distant trains latelate at night.
My list so far in order… Angela Lindvall, David Gandy, Roberto Bolle, and Zach Galifianakis & Paul Rudd. Doing a pretty good job for 5 months
FUCK EVERYTHING MODE
Ozzy said it best
May 4th… One of the hardest days of the year. 7 years flew by. I love you mom. I miss you ever so much and it only becomes more complicated as I get older. I know you’re with me. Thank you mother <3
