I think we’re in love.
Dear Rainy Fall-like Friday morning, August 28, 2009
You are such a tease. Come back in a few weeks and be for real.
Dear Union Square Whole Foods, August 18, 2009
You are hellish. I a) cannot believe I worked inside you for 4 months and b) will never, ever buy anything from you because I leave in a panic after 10 minutes inside.
Dear Greenpoint, August 11, 2009
Some days, like today, you really, really stink. No, but seriously. You stink.
Dear New York City Summer, July 29, 2009
You are the grossest. Maybe not the hottest, but without any question, the absolute grossest.
Dear Austin, March 27, 2009
I am so sick of driving all over you running errands…and tomorrow I will stop completely.
