..wow.

[raven]

likethesun2 is gonna be here shortly. Oh my, oh my. You guys, I'm in New York. Like, not rural Connecticut, but like, properly. Like city lights in endless lines in either direction, like red stoplights and yellow taxicabs, like green Broadway signs, like... wow.

Oh my.

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[likethesun2.livejournal.com]

likethesun2 is gonna be here shortly

Except not, because I failed at buses!

I swear, after tonight I will stop spamming you, because I know you have better things to do than pay attention to the Internet right now--you are, after all, in New York! Eat a hot dog for me. Or, you know, something palatable.

*loves*

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

I just ate another cinnamon danish the size of Connecticut. And this time I actually ate all of it. My arteries will be contacting their union soon, I'm sure.

Argh, I am still talking nonsense. I'm still sort of bereft. Don't you dare stop spamming me. *squish*

[likethesun2.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, SO BIG. VISIBLE FROM SPACE. I just ate undercooked buffalo wings and overcooked corn, and they didn't quite measure up to spicy Thai and cheap Italian and gin, or even cream-cheese-sandwich bagels. And by "didn't quite measure up" I mean that at the end of the meal, I took a fork and nearly put out my eyes in despair.

What did you do today? What are you doing tomorrow? Has the naked German woman continued stalking you? Come, I must live vicariously through you now!

[loneraven.livejournal.com]

Urgh. Undercooked buffallo wings and overcooked corn. Food poisoning in a can. Urgh. I ate yet another cream cheese bagel yesterday, and more fresh fruit than is produced in a year. My diet is getting steadily more ascetic.

Yesterday I went to MOMA, which was fabulous, and the Museum of Sex was pretty damn awesome (the gift shop was of joy, too) and do your roommates engage in any colourful practises involving bridles? Because that would be a possibility.

Naked German woman has not appeared, but they have started demolishing the hostel and maybe that's why she's not in evidence. (Seriously. Woke up this morning at seven to the ominously close sounds of breaking rubble. Oh, my. I need to go outside and check out exactly what hit the dust.)

MISS YOU LIEK WOAH. x

[likethesun2.livejournal.com]

Follow-up question: were my roommate and her boyfriend specially featured anywhere in the sex museum? Because oh my god I think they're having some right now.