"it's on a grid. it's so concrete." - my friend, on new york city
they paved paradise and put up a mediocre vegetarian restaurant that serves weird sounding pudding
who says interesting things don't happen every day?
"i'm hungry!"
when i was in sixth grade, there was only one cool way to do your hair if you "were a boy." a short, cut, more-or-less combed on all sides, with the front spiked up with gel right at the hairline. teachers said that it looked like the boys smacked their faces against a wall and their hair maintained the verticality. but they were wrong. there was nothing sexier than a twelve-year-old boy with a cracking voice and no braces, who was probably on the basketball team and had a frontal crown of sharp, sticky, immovable spiked hair. i used to want hair like that so badly, but mine was curly and interesting and terrible and impossible.
i pass all these beautiful new york city model-type men on the street. they are tall with square jaw lines an controlled stubble. depending on the day, i am either aroused or pissed off by the symmetry of their faces. they all have the hair. short on the sides and fading gradually into long thick wavy locks on the tops of their heads. blondes, browns and auburns tousled effortlessly to one side in a way that floats when it catches the wind as they walk down the street--but never falls into their faces. the kind of hair you want to run your fingers through. they are frosted cupcakes atop toned skinny bodies.
i wonder what it feels like to have hair like that--hair that looks sexy when you wake up in the morning or that can be fashioned into a top bun when you just can't be bothered. i wonder if those men are happier, or if they lucked into rent-controlled apartments, or if they love their jobs, or are entirely satisfied with their sex lives, or have perfect relationships with their parents, or are completely over their exes, or have dogs. why shouldn't they?
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i used to hate going fishing when i was a kid. you just sit there, and if all "goes well" at the end you have to touch a bleeding fish.
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