I feel like everything I wear fits me weird. Every time I look in the mirror I think “close enough”. Like I’m dressing up as a human for halloween. Like I would look suspicious in an airport in this button down with enough room in the back to hide a bomb.
I think calling any young artist with face tattoos an “island boy” is one of the funniest things on the internet right now. So easy and so mean, with just the right amount of truth.
My walk to and from work is 9 minutes. I pass by 17 fucking places where I can grab food to-go in that time. NYC can be torture when you are living here and trying to budget.
One time like 4 years ago this girl came up to me randomly and thought I was her tinder date. I explained that I wasn’t, but she didn’t believe me and called me a “piece of shit fuck boy”. I think about her a lot.
The dude at the store scanned my pint of ice cream and quickly handed it back to me so I could hide it in my backpack. I can’t explain it but we both somehow knew to keep it on the dl.