‘I can’t with any good conscience argue for New York with anyone. It’s like calcutta. But I love the city in an emotional, irrational way,like loving your mother or your father even though they’re a drunk or a thief. I’ve loved the city my whole life—to me, it’s like a great woman.’ Woody Allen
Well if you must know, today I lived quite the no-sex and the city kind of life. It had been the longest time since I stepped into a store. Remember that one time you got angry at me for harassing you into a dress? I’m sure you’d have supported my irrationality today. We’ve already established that my account is somewhat bipolar. I found these jeans and although am prone to exaggeration, they were to live for! Of course they didn’t have my size! How many 28s are there in this city?
So I talked to my body to squeeze into them, and they fit but I can’t say for sure if that zipper or button will stay intact. Either way, mama Joyce says we should eat the cookie and buy the shoe. So I took the jeans home with me. Hashtag I got a bae-jean. I’m sure I’m going to regret it sometime after I go to coldstone creamery but we are worth it. I miss saying that to you every time you needed an excuse to indulge just a little.
I know you’d be judging me for spending my day like I was at Disney. Why are people at the mall at? We always found it strange for non school going adults to be at the mall so early in the day. Am not sure that concept has ever settled well with us.
Well today I mentally transformed into Blair Waldorf. I found refreshments at the theatre and the best part was that they were free. I didn’t hesitate in my step and went straight for them. Turns out, those refreshments were meant to be served at the end of the shows. I think I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t because once I went for the cookies, everybody rushed behind me. They were all famished. I felt like Martin Luther king (not to take anything from him) but I led the cookie movement. (Great I have already forgotten about those small fitting jeans)