on tuesday, i was idly moseying down broadway when i came face to face with a native american man. he can best be described by the following overly flowery sentence... he had two long braids of shiny ebony, no shirt, no pants, purple ladies' bikini briefs, black reeboks, a pair of ray-bans and was carrying a whole foods bag. that's it. he was the nakedest person i've seen thus far on the streets of new york and nobody seemed to care but me. 
this morning, i was yet again idly moseying down broadway when a cute girl with rockabilly flair whizzed right by me, with a huge smile on her face. she had black hair tied into two tiny ponytails. i smiled to myself thinking, my, what a cheery girl. but then i noticed a fairly glossy man with feathered hair and love in his eyes. he smiled a gigantic smile and it was at this point that i recognized who he was... willem dafoe. then he took off skipping after the cute rockabilly girl. yes... willem dafoe is in love.
as soon as i manage to set aside some time to update this ol' thing, i promise to extrapolate on the following:
- a beach trip to jesus town
- my first meat-packing
- a long-lost londoner in the big apple (a tale of rooftop soirees, indulgent shopping excursions, japanese art porn and free booze as far as the eye can see)
- the best girldate i've had in months
2 comments:
God, I LOVE that man. Something sexy about him, don't you think?
i mildly love him too, but i'm not sure if i find him sexy, per se... i just thoroughly enjoyed watching him be in love with the rockabilly girl.
and also... the skipping. the skipping was great.
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