…i mean sjp.
after a glorious weekend in philly, i came back to new york sulking about whether or not to stay here. tbh, this has been happening at least once a week for the last year or so. i scream, go on twitter rants, and talk my friends’ ears off, only to be brought back down by the things that make this crummy place, the crummy place i love.
this morning, my philly apartment hunt was shut down thanks to a little lady named sarah jessica parker aka the best pr new york city has ever had. this vogue clip will be watched every time nyc lets me down and by every time, i mean daily. ::shakes fist at mta::