We used to live on the second floor of a quaint brownstone building in Bed-Stuy Brooklyn. Then we lived in a loft on Seigel st. Now we live on the third floor of a tenement building in Bushwick. RIP Fried Dumpling.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
long days
dan and dwain still haven't taken out the trash/recycling. this is my reminder.
i've been getting elbowed to "blog!!!". so i guess i should. my closet organizer broke recently so when i got a replacement, the old one predictably ended up on the floor. charlie (our cat) has started sleeping in it, so now i no longer have the heart to throw it out. it's adding to the already derelict appearance of the living room...
we're having our predictable dinner of extra rare steaks and red stripe. i feel healthier but i think that has more to do with my belly full of beer rather than the steak i hastily ingested.
ps: i hate bike messengers
Labels:
shout-outs,
two wheeled motherfuckers
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