it is so important to journal before blogging. alex's birthday party i wrapped the cake like a pallet and took it on the train. got too drunk too fast and blacked out sorta. devon and julia's boyfriend showed up in the same outfit suit and tie took best picture of all time (please see below). justin called me or did i call him? im sitting on the bench at myrtle wyckoff and crumpled on the floor of the subway my phone on the ground which i would never do or touch in my normal state. im calling him and he's like im at jade im totally fine but i threw up clear stuff 8 times and there's definitely more to come. we go to my house and i'm crying crying crying but then i say it's totally fine i'm okay now. don't remember don't rememnber.... audrey swipes up on my story says i've always thought we would be best friends if we had met on tumblr. we didn't meet on tumblr though. red wine is my kryptonite in the morning my head is like a pot boiling on the stove. i'm in the tunnel. he say's gotta be honest i don't like white girls like that you'll never have to worry about me around julia or liv and i laugh and laugh. and say this always happens to me because it does. there's a recipe of sorts. spicy village is closed so is the radio store. big wong and karate store i almost bought the tabi slippers but didn't. store and sitting in the park. are subcultures dead? we think no...you just can't see something while it's happening. infinite shopping in soho 1.5 bottles of soju. almost brought to tears by the singing wooden babies. i'm sick for sure...but lets just override. i might buy the real tabis. you know my rule that i can't buy anything online after the sun goes down? i am amending the rule to say that i also cant buy anything online or in person if justin is the only person in the room. i'm groggy like a singing wooden baby. only a few of you will be getting christmas presents this year.