last night was hella fun, I got to see so many people I love and care for all at the same time (and dance with some serious babes), I am so happy to be back in new york
however, in my hungover stupor on the way back from buying supplies for a 2pm breakfast I lost my wallet and now I have no money/metrocard/ID or anything and I’m kinda fucked
I pay for a very small portion of my wardrobe, and most of my fave things I either got from friends or made myself. Keep your eye on all those punk house free piles!
feelin real sad about stuff right now and my body never knows how to deal with that but someone is making me French toast so maybe I’ll be okay