i grow tired of williamsburg. and that whole dumbo scene is becoming so played out. i hear the hottest thing to do is for us idle rich to move to the projects. it's the new harlem renaissance. plus, there would always be plenty of parking for my vespa, because poor people don't have cars. esme and chloe came over earlier today. chloe was still wearing last year's as four and esme was still tryin' to rock the chalayan table skirt. please...and why is it so damned hard to find a good pair of tapered acid-wash jeans in this town? well i guess i can wait for mcqueen to start doing them again. anyways, i must take leave of you. i have to buy something to wear to the chicks on speed show.
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