hello east village.

my days left in glorious gotham are few. as always, the end of summer (otherwise known as august) likes to creep up from behind when you're least expecting it. sneaky lil' beach, that august is. time to make the best of it: city walking, neighborhood stalking, subway flirting, and most importantly, old and new friends.

then again, it's not like i ever stopped in the first place. now don't you stop either, i'll feel betrayed if you do.