sky scrapings & sus rizos magnificos

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estoy esperando el veranoooo

neuvo york

i am unprepared and nervous sitting at the barcelona airport waiting for my flight to new york city that is already two hours delayed due to the massive snow storm in waiting for me across the ocean. it was sunny at the beach yesterday and in nine hours i will be walking through dirty slushy snow with wet socks from the holes in my boots. believe me, this is me trying to be optimistic. its not easy when leaving beautiful barcelona to new york during the worst time of the year for five weeks. i know i know! new york is pretty, even in the snow. even in the dirty black mess of what used to be snow? well, the job i am working while there will give me the much needed money to survive my life in spain and a lot of really good experience. these are good things!!... as long as i can stay warm and not have a panic attack from weeks of crashing on couches, soggy socks, long days at work, and annoying fashion week people.

in the wise advice of my short friend mischa,

"dont forget to come home!!"

and i wont.

las cosas

less than or equal to

im back in paris and i know why i left it

the metro; no one is smiling and certainly no one is making eye contact, god forbid.

except for the crazy man in the corner yelling about the president and his missus

as he sniffs the pair of black cotton panties he carefully unfolds from inside his coat pocket,

with a large gap in his front teeth he seems like the happiest man on this train.

and then there's the army of fashionistas standing in line to buy their cigarettes

they are like vultures

in their avant-garde groundbreakingly original garments in shades of... black.

you are all just common people so sit the fuck down.

its cold here, and i dont want to pay four euros for an unexceptional cafe creme

nor do i want to pay eighteen euros for your average steak frites

i should stop there, so ill stop there. fucking parisians.

i love you paris but you're bringing me down!

or is it barcelona that has ruined me for the better?

lurve it

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