columbus cafe

where bros from all over the states
come together and act a fool

back in the city

effin yellow started here in the hills of san francisco and when i moved to brooklyn, i left my heart here amongst my worldly possessions. and here i am again in the dead of winter, aching more in my chest than in my bones about the thought of leaving.

so eff you, san francisco, i can't seem to ever let you go!

first post of '12!!

kicking off 2012 with a hangover.

last night's stats
to drink last night:
malbec, henny & grey goose.

level of sobriety:
very, very low if not non-existent.

number of people kissed:
five

number of people kissed on the mouth:
zero

number of people danced with:
approximately five

number of hot guys:
one

number of hot girls:
like, fifty

number of lap dances given and/or received:
two

rating of club avec:
7 out of 10

rating of NYE overall:
9 out of 10.

legit.


happy new year!!!

goodbye eleven

i always get a little melancholic on the last day of the year.
it’s a bit sad to end it, but it’s exciting to welcome the next one.
i feel as though they’re getting better and although the last two
years of my life have been the best, they’ve also been the worst
in terms of death and heartache.
but i wouldn’t trade my life for any another. i feel really grateful that i’ve
experienced the amazing things i have, met the most incredible people
in the last couple of years. they all mean so much to me.
i love my life, i love all of the good and the bad.
i love feeling it all.

goodbye 2011, you were unbelievable.

new year's eve

be sexy tonight.
get kissed. maybe even get laid.
get wild, you beautiful thing.

eff you, laguardia!

put up some effing signs,
you shouldn't be so damn hard to find!

“Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.”
— Mark Twain