SMELL YA LATER

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