You're reading Fitzgerald, you're reading Hemingway
I will be in New York City Wednesday-Sunday afternoon.
I will be loving every second of it.
I will surely plant the soles of my shoes next to a lovely certain fountain in my lovely favorite park and wave my arms and plead with the city to wrap its buildings and people around me until I am a part of it, indistinguishable from the third window to the left on the southern-most side on the nineteenth floor of the Chrysler building, and the hoards of people trotting around for the St. Patrick's day parade drinking Irish beer and eating corned beef sandwiches.
It's upsetting that I have to come back.
I will be loving every second of it.
I will surely plant the soles of my shoes next to a lovely certain fountain in my lovely favorite park and wave my arms and plead with the city to wrap its buildings and people around me until I am a part of it, indistinguishable from the third window to the left on the southern-most side on the nineteenth floor of the Chrysler building, and the hoards of people trotting around for the St. Patrick's day parade drinking Irish beer and eating corned beef sandwiches.
It's upsetting that I have to come back.
posted by kelly at
9:25 PM
3 Comments:
Too bad you hate Westerville so much huh...
I'm totally kidding but enjoy New York Kelly, I bet it'll be totally awesome!
I woke up today with "Eskimo" in my head :-)
Here's to you, my eskimo friend. I hope New York is sunny!!
that's a very pretty way of writing... (i'm sorry, it's late, i'm low on sleep and can't think of a better adjective/sentence)
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