SMELL YA LATER

i miss frankenstein & tallulah.

i miss my bike. a lot.

i miss brunch at cafe mogador. on weekdays.

i miss my overpriced tiny apartment on allen street.

i miss this guy more than he knows.

i miss all my stuff. and might miss it more when i realize i sold/gave away/threw out most of it.

i miss sitting by this window smoking parliament lights. i do not miss the insane crackhead from the half way house next to my window that would wave to me. i think his name was speedy or some shit. ps. i miss tevez & chipotle runs with ponce too.

i miss that bathroom. even though people would call me from the thompson LES & tell me they could see me sitting at my window smoking. i miss that dumb pink vacuum i bought too.

i miss morrissey shows.

this was the farthest away i had ever been. but that was okay because it was carnegie hall. and it was still epic. (thanks krissy).

i miss babysitting cool young french photographer’s bebe’s in the bowery hotel.

i miss being able to hug or cry on this girl any time i wanted.

i miss throwing whatever goddamn kind of party i pleased at bars all over the city with my friends.

i miss this one being the diva.

i miss going to see rom-com’s with this guy.

i miss riding my bike home thru the LES after closing a bar and the light looking like this.

i miss micheladas, guac & chips, spicy grapefruit margaritas, and this neighborhood before it blew up & you couldn’t eat here whenever the fuck you wanted.

i miss laying in bed watching true hollywood stories of kate moss with this one.

i miss that trash can. and i miss always buying ONLY pink toilet paper to match this bathroom. i even miss my guy friends threatening to pee in my panda trashcan cos they thought it looked like the top might spin around if they did. assholes. i love yous.

i miss this view, even though at this point in time mexican construction workers used to watch me shower as they were building that dumb restaurant at the hotel. i  miss the plastic sheep that held my cotton balls on the window sill, and i miss my morrissey bobble head that didn’t really bob but that i could tilt to make him look clumsy & shy.

i miss roof top parties. i miss 1997 and drinking 40s, even tho it sucked when you had to pee.. this picture is not from 1997 but some of the people in it knew me from then.

i miss the guy who drew this on me every time i hear wolfsheim.

i miss me when i was really happy in new york.

24 days.

i will see you again new york. get ready for me to miss the shit outta you guys again.

i love you. xx

thank you to everyone who came out my very last nite in new york to say goodbye. love yous mean it. xo

 

pack, pause, cry, repeat. it’s pretty much my moving cycle. and everyday is like groundhog’s day the movie until i’m gone. pulling things off my fridge, as it’s the only bit of collaged materials i allowed myself in this little studio apartment. i did something like this almost a year ago to date, when i left 3 years behind on Avenue D.  a year ago i was moving into this place and now i’m moving out of NY and to an island in the caribbean. life’s pretty fucking crazy sometimes, huh?

i don’t remember who this quote is from, but i should have it tattooed on me.

i used to carry this photo in my wallet, i forever carry my father in my heart.

this is a picture of tallula. tracy & kyle’s dog, and buddy of frankenstein. i told tracy that if tallula could talk she’d sound just like drew barrymore ‘cos she has a little sideways smile. tracy told me drew was the voice in Beverly Hills Chihuahua and then i felt dumb.

my friend amanda & jerry have a boston terrier named Luna. Luna’s kind of a big deal.

i love this sticker and have mad love for these boys.

that’s right smarty pants. distinguished honors every year till senior year. when i was accepted early to every art school i applied for by Thanksgiving and then ceased to attend high school all together. guess whoever typed the names in went to art school too, ‘cos my last name is spelled O’DONNELL not Odonnel. geez.

found an old polaroid camera and there was one shot left in it. accidentally took a picture of a wall in my current apartment. i love expired film. 

this one’s funny because it’s from my mom. my little bro & i have taken to only referring to her as “Peg,” but not to her face unless we’re being funny. this is also on a post it note. which is the most used medium my mom wrote on when she sent me anything. Peg loves her post-its and keeping it brief apparently.

cashed these bad boys in hoping on some chance that the serial #’s being 497 on one & 597 on the other was some type of existential sign that the 3rd missing link was a 397 out there for me to win a shit ton of money.  not so much.

these guys always curl up completely in my hand which according to the back of this means i’m “passionate.” 

the farthest i’ve ever been away from the stage, but in the most beautiful venue. oops and happy belated birthday yesterday Moz. xo

this one’s funny cos its the apartment i’m currently leaving but way before i lived here.  this one was taken around spring 2005 i believe.

the original art for my tattoo from RG.

crza bought my gold foley & corinna city tote from me so i could keep my phone on this past spring. i’m glad it went to such an amazing person with such a flair for the arts. love you crzers. xo

this little masterpiece would be from my friend Thais that i babysit. Thais would be the one on the left.

finis.