.there's a ton of the twist.

Friday.
5:30pm.
Eldridge Street.
Pigeons pecking at a used tampon.


For that visual, you are very welcome.

.but you're freaking me out.

Heart to Jesus,
I am not lying
when I say that during the course
of this
week,
I've seen a good 5 three-legged dogs.

And no,
it hasn't been the same one.

That's higher than usual,
right?
What is the three-legged dog: four-legged dog ratio
in New York?
Obviously more than
anywhere else
I've ever lived in or been.

.i'd once dreamt i would drink.

Oh, Facebook,
you are so funny
with your recommendations.

You crazy kids.

.in the neighborhood bars.

Still trying to process
the end of Lost
(Yes! I'm one of those people)
but this helps.

PS: I think the subway gave me a migraine yesterday. Maybe with all this walking and not being on the dirty underground, my body has lost it's resistance to the subways ick.

.i mean all disrespect.

I haz a sad.
Two of my absolute
favorite
drinking and eating establishments
have closed.

East Side Drinking Company
(which has been accused of being
too warm inside
and watering down the drinks -
neither which I have experienced
the times I've been there)
on Essex
which was an offshoot of the infamous
Milk and Honey
(yes, I'm curious to go and no, I don't know anyone).
It was small,
and dark,
and very speakeasy-like
with a drink called Devil's Horn.
Tequila, absinthe, lime, and Tabasco sauce.
Had one after a flight from London
and I was down for the count.
Yum
(did I say, Yum?).

And

Tiny's Giant Sandwich Shop
on Rivington.
Which was a gift from God.
Seriously,
whenever I had a bad day I thought,
A vegetarian Spicy Rizzack will make it all better
("Turkey", "bacon", cheddar, tomato, onion and chipotle mayo on a sesame semolina hero).
And it did.
Or their grilled cheese which I
declared
better than sex,
much to the confusion to the waitress.
I don't retract that statement.
But they've been temporary closed
for quite some time.
I'd pay $12 for that sandwich
(not that I want to, but it could come to that).
I miss you Tiny's.
Come back to me.
And the LES
(I'll travel for you but I
secretly won't be
happy about it since your
location was one of your highlights).

Le sigh.
Damn this neighborhood!
Damn this economy!

.so the boring collect.

One word:
Brilliant

(from the Awl)

.now convinced he's a king.

Yeah,
I've changed the name of
this blog.

From .only living girl in new york.
(blah, others with the same name)
to
.i had seven faces.

I know it's a song line
from a band that isn't
cool
anymore
but the song works for me
and this blog.

.your mild billionaire mayor's.

My cat has an eating disorder.
She gets more on her
face/head
than her mouth.

.don't please don't change a thing.

I was looking up a
crossword puzzle answer
(God, I am so addicted to them)
for Texas-New Mexico border river
when I found this
on Google maps.













(click for bigger image and look on Route 18)
Weird, right?

.new york, you're perfect.

Seriously,
someone tell me what I have to do
to get a job.

Acing the interview apparently isn't enough.

I'm at my breaking point.
I just don't understand.
Burger King here I come.

.once they'd run out of crime.

I know it's
sooooo far away
but if you're in the area
go check out
Road to Freedom
and
After 1968
at the Bronx Museum.
It's only a few blocks from the
B/D
and you won't get shot
or mugged.
Promise.

It's amazing to see what people
sacrificed
to give us what we have now.

.to the cops who were bored.

I've been on the subway
once
in the last 5 days.

I'm really proud of myself.
Especially because it was
fucking humid today.

And I jacked up my hair
and had to wear a hat.
Twas uncomfortable.

.when you opened the doors.

Here's your new favorite thing, ever:

BABY SLOTHS!
Happy Sunday!

.but they shuttered your stores.

This is Yoda.
I met him in the park today.
He likes squirrels.