I'm feeling a little sick. I've been taking homeopathic preventative remedies all day but I'm sure it didn't help that I was out in 40 degree weather in nothing but a thick sweater, which I did get two compliments on.
My childhood friend Cat of 18 years is visiting New York so today we went thrift shopping in Bushwick at a place called Urban Jungle. I don't know if it's well-known or not (I had never heard of it) but it's a bomb ass thrift shop!!! There are plenty of thrift stores in NY that know how much hipsters are willing to fork over for an ironic tee. (Ugly Christmas sweaters are at least $30 in Manhattan.) I bought a purple sweater with tulips on it that had a built in pink scalloped collar for $8. I also bought two quilts for my mom at $15 a pop [author's note: yes, they are the header!] because she collects the style. I walked out with a giant trash bag of a shopping bag.
Why are you spending money if you aren't making money?
I 👏 do 👏 not 👏 know.
The car shop across the street from my apartment has added one of those inflatable dancing men to the roof of their establishment. The generator makes a high pitched hum which can be heard in the living room. I think I'm already getting used to it, but when it first started up two days ago it was all I could hear. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm