My coworker and I decided to walk from west 68th street to the East Village because it was such a beautiful day. We saw this man painting towards the end of our walk. It’s was a really nice surprise. My coworker took the picture (after a few with his finger in the way).
This card from Germany makes me think of all my old journals and how many secrets I wrote down inside of them. I wonder what’s inside this book.
Dear Guy Who Keeps Looking At Me From Across The Train,
You’re very good looking. Sorry I keep staring. Also, I’m sad I’ll have to get up in a stop and leave. I hope your name is Alfred. You look like an Alfred.
Love,
The chick with the headphones
Stop! Hush! Don’t panic!
Broken book? I can fix that.
I can save the spine.
I was feeling extremely hungry one night, so I made these awesome things for dinner:
To make the meal, I used:
Two links of chicken sausages (the garlic ones)
Two English muffins (light wheat ones)
Fat-free cheddar cheese
Tomato
Scallions
I don’t own a toaster, so I sliced the English muffins in half, stuck them in the oven, and cut up the sausages into bite-size pieces. While the muffins toasted, I cooked the sausages in a pan. Next, I cut up cheddar and tomatoes and scallions. I added everything on top of the toasted muffins, then stuck them back in the oven. I flipped the sausage pieces so they would toast on both sides nicely, then I put both on a plate and nommed.
It was so good, and took me about fifteen minutes. And I was stuffed after–low in points and really good. I ate it with a side of strawberries and pineapple, so it was perfectly matched.
In the East Village (on Saint Mark’s Place) there’s a guy in a glass case you can give two bucks to for a fortune. It’s expensive, but so much fun. It’s even more fun waiting for the light to change and hearing Zoltar try to bribe you into coming over to have your fortune read.
Fish hook earrings with green and clear beads, and a small metal tea kettle. Measures 2.5 inches long. Earrings come with backs.
This is one of my favorite postcards to date. I love the colors and the smiles on the dolls–and I rarely get postcards from Mexico, so when I do get one, it’s an extra treat.
Dear Music,
Sometimes you know exactly what I need to hear. Thank you for existing.
Love,
The lonely girl listening to you on the 7 train
I loved meeting you
after walking everywhere.
Library lounge love.