Friday, December 11, 2009

" dear nyc, i flip you the bird and still want a hug "

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eleven days into december, and still no snow.

windy ole wind and the cold sans fluff is very boring. aand it's just crummy and miserable.

so dear new york,

i'm leaving your good wintry graces for the holidays, and i shall see you in the new year. so i'll be back. don't worry.

i'll be back, and a year older. we can frolic and i'll go ice skating. i'll make spicy spiked hot cocoa and walk though your windy ways.

i'll eat doughnut plant & sugar sweet sunshine bakery in your lower east side. it'll happen. soon and soon enough.

see you tomorrow, and don't disappoint.

yours truly through and through,

bay

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