no shit. i was.
this past wednesday i took a day off the steady grind i’ve been on and had a playdate w. nico xo.
dear chef pants & baby dino-
i don’t know who you are, but i love you.
sincerely-
jens397
i’d like to call this one below: “mango, coconut, and yogurt chips… an homage to pinkberry.”
this right here below will be my place of residence for the next 2-3 weeks.
r.i.p. dollhouse located on the corner of radtown & awesome avenue.
fuck you pigeons & the baby rhino who lives upstairs, i won’t miss you.
nor will i miss 18 year old NYU kids who’s mommies & daddies pay their rent who live below me & bump weezer’s “sweater song” till 5am at their nightly house parties. fuck you & your sweaters.
hello new block:
(blonde not included)
hello new quiet courtyard to lock my bike up in sans project bastards who steal my tires.
(dude not included)
ps. eff you mercury, i survived.
love,
your favourite jens
bum deal without the blonde.