only in New York could a surfer walk across 5th avenue barefoot, next to a woman wearing 6 inch, $1000, christian louboutin pumps.
Only in New York could I contemplate the fate of the world as I know it in the midst of broad peals of lightening and thunder as they snap, crackle, pop across the sky.
Evita auditions were a mad house today. I ultimately had to leave or risk being late to tutor my new Qatari family. Oh responsibilities.
Somehow the universe conspired to remind me of all the things I love and lust for in this absurdly long day of work, tutoring, auditioning, friending, interviewing, counseling, relaxing, going outing, and finally... sleeping.
Grateful. I am always grateful.
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