Yesterday morning I looked at the uncomfortable pole grabbing of a man with long fingernails. I New York-glanced at him more closely and noticed he was wearing gang colors — coat, scarf, hat, and backpack. I moved my hand to make his grasp of the pole more comfortable then took the opportunity to look down. He was wearing expensive dress pants and brand new dress shoes. Book. Cover.
I would like to remind everyone who reads my words: Don’t give in. Be you. Don’t be who others want you to be. It’s ok to compromise on issues. It’s not ok to compromise on Who You Are. And if you need to be reminded of this daily you go right ahead and bookmark this post. I remind myself of this daily before I reach my Manhattan destination. It’s a necessity.
I had onion rings for lunch Thursday. I assure you, no matter what time it is right now, I’m still experiencing them. They were ungood. Who makes bad onion rings?! Such a travesty.
Ripley has really adorable feet. She wanted you to know.
Aaaaand, finally, doing a project for (surprisingly) my dad and stepmom back home and here’s one of the fruits of my labor:
I :heart: red. And Snoopy! And crookedness.
Bro and Mom, I promise I’ll give you the results too, in a different form.