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esskay
Digital storyteller, Photographic narrator, Hogwarts alum. In real life, I write things. I speak fluent sarcasm. I'm unintentionally funny. My favorite thing is food. Guac is life. I'm a fountain of the most random information. I'm pretty, only because it's weird to call oneself beautiful. I'm weird in all the good ways. I live in the greatest city on Earth. I was Sasha before Beyonce was schizophrenic. My life is stranger than fiction. But please, don't take my word for it. My pen is mightier than my sword. Instagram
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Thursday, December 30, 2010 || 7:56 AM
I'm a New York City girl at heart. Born and raised in Brooklyn and I love just about everything about this city. I love the hustle and bustle, the get-the-fuck-outta-my-way pace of the city. I especially love my fellow jaded New Yorkers who could see someone being mauled by a bear and keep walking. However, especially this time of year, there are always tourists wandering the city and ruining it. I swear, every time a retarded ass tourist comes to the city, tilts their stupid head back and gasps at the height of a building, New York's worth goes down just a bit. No matter how much I try, I will never understand tourists. And it's just occured to me that I really don't care to understand them. As long as they stay out of my way, I don't care. But somehow. SOMEHOW. They never manage stay out of my way. This species of the homo sapien is best identified by the camera around their neck and the fanny pack around their waist, usually with some helpless toddler in tow. The quickest way to spot one: look for anyone with their head tilted far back, eyes towards the sky trying to get a good view of some insignificant building. And really, the only reason it's significant to them is because its taller than the tallest building they've ever seen which is most likely the city hall in whatever rinky dink town they were unfortunate enough to be trapped in for most of their lives. Maybe I'm being unreasonable. Maybe if I went to some exotic city, I'd be in awe too. But New York isn't an exotic city. It's New York, the city where people could care less about your life and if you breathe in too hard, you're bound to catch lung cancer. But hey, what can I say? If you like that sorta thing, to each his own, right? Just stay outta my way -__-
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