I'm a twentysomething writer and editor living out my dream
one day • one picture • one avenue • one story at a time.
This is where I overshare and constantly write tiny love letters to New York.
Whitney: So what time do you want to go out tonight?
Me: I don't know. Later than sooner.
Whitney: Hmm. Okay. Well, how would your ideal evening go?
[Types for 10 minutes]
Me: well, you would start by rubbing me down with Vitamin E lotion so my sunburn feels better, then you'd make me a nice candlelit bath, where you'd serve me a soy cheese sammy, then i would just be magically beautiful and all my outfits would look amazing, and then we would have a town car take us to the coolest bar in all of Manhattan, and there would be a red carpet, and paparazzi who only want to take my picture, not yours, and then we would drink free and dance all night, and then older, attractive men in suits would come play the dating game with me and I would pick a winner/ fall in love, and then we would immediately get on his private plane to his private island and i would call you later.
