tastes like: 4 AM chamomile tea, chicken club sandwich (bacon. avocado. yes.), New England clam chowder (that I had to eat really fast and I'm the slowest eater ever), a sirloin burger and burnt fries from Uptown Bar. I requested the burning because Sofia's fries were soggy. Sofia's cracked pepper kettle chips. Vita Coco water from a bodega in Brooklyn.
feels like: red chenille blanket (Boek: it looks like you skinned Elmo), plastic protective cases at Selina's studio containing cutouts from vintage books, charcoal on my fingers from drawing on a Rorschach print.
smells like: earthy hardwood floors in that one gallery with the drawings I liked, robust coffee at Starbucks at Chesapeake House, ice cream store smell, commercial cherry-scented bathroom deodorizer, the subway.
Side note ― this post, in all its short & simple glory, took me more than two hours to write because someone convinced me to watch Paranormal Activity. I don't..I can't even...why did I even...I'm not even sure what...why did I think...too scared.
Double side note ― yayyyy 100th post!!!
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