New York is cold as fuck.
I like it.
Haven't gone home in so long. Never want to. Let's just watch more transexual documentaries in my intro to cultural studies class.
The desk is laden with pumpkins. And I love it.
Listening to the Beatles and thinking. Going to yoga. Measuring life from bowl of cereal to bowl of cereal. Nothing is better/worse.
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