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My favorite fruit. Damn.

welcome to sunday in nyc

Banks are closed. I spend too much money on drinks last night and so have exactly twelve dollars to make it through the day. I, of course, blow most of this on coffee while writing the great american novel (pshaw!) at cafe grumpy. Eventually my own kind of hunger hits (the kind where I forget about food until around 8pm and refuse to think this is wrong). So I go to the nearest bodega. Scan the racks for cheapest items. Decide I'd like to try for pita bread and cheese. Total cost: $5. Trouble is, including change, I have $4. So I settle for kettle chips and twix. Total cost: $3.50. It's true what they say about only the rich being able to afford good health.

my own personal savior

There is a joke I've learned is really not a joke over the past month, which has to do with how every one living in NYC should just have a man standing outside their door who charges them upwards of fifty dollars every time they set foot outside their apt.

Well. Here is how to occasionally kick that man in the nuts: myopenbar.com.

nyc is cool. how are you all?