Saturday
Sunday
fYI.
OH YEAH RANDOM INTERNET BLOGGER?
James Franco went to Brooklyn College for most of his educational career. Don't neglect the CUNY's....they're damn good schools, well, most of them.
Saturday
Irina.
I got a Christmas card in the mail from my mom's old Boss' daughter. It was addressed just to me. I don't know how she knew I live here again but I love that I got something in the mail that isn't bill.
She's grown, probably 38. Two little kids that are both models. I remember when those kids couldn't even walk yet.
I used to stay over her house in Staten Island because she was the closest thing to a mother, even though she was way too young to be my mother. I told her things I never told anyone. It's strange how I can forget these things for years and remember it now, when I'm almost 22. I like that she didn't forget me, and I know this isn't a generic card because there's a long message inside hand written for me.
I used to think Staten Island was some sort of paradise when I was little...like an exclusive club for super opulent people. I was weird.
She lives in a closed off community where everyone knows each other, and everyone owns a Bentley. I mean, that's awesome to be in temporarily. I couldn't live there. It's too.....isolated. But she was so wonderful to me. Now that I'm older and more aware, I should speak to her again. I miss her. And her crazy Italian husband Vinnie who swings from doorways just because it makes his kids laugh. I think she was the coolest Romanian woman I met. She was like me when she young.
She's grown, probably 38. Two little kids that are both models. I remember when those kids couldn't even walk yet.
I used to stay over her house in Staten Island because she was the closest thing to a mother, even though she was way too young to be my mother. I told her things I never told anyone. It's strange how I can forget these things for years and remember it now, when I'm almost 22. I like that she didn't forget me, and I know this isn't a generic card because there's a long message inside hand written for me.
I used to think Staten Island was some sort of paradise when I was little...like an exclusive club for super opulent people. I was weird.
She lives in a closed off community where everyone knows each other, and everyone owns a Bentley. I mean, that's awesome to be in temporarily. I couldn't live there. It's too.....isolated. But she was so wonderful to me. Now that I'm older and more aware, I should speak to her again. I miss her. And her crazy Italian husband Vinnie who swings from doorways just because it makes his kids laugh. I think she was the coolest Romanian woman I met. She was like me when she young.
Friday
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