First I found some girl’s College ID, now I’ve found Assunta’s credit card in the street. Not to mention hanging that scarf up in yesterday’s downpour in hopes that the owner would pass back by & see it. What am I the patron Saint of lost objects?
[It is a metaphor] And who says NYer’s don’t care? I’m spending that paper now, and getting into the bar later with an underage white girl. We be drankin’
…and buying them skittles to solve the riddle!
It seems dangerous to go out of your house, even for a quick run to the store when your phone’s battery is on 18% right? You never know if you will see a celebrity sighting (no pic/didn’t happen) or a fight that YouTube doesn’t have (#SharkeishaForLife). Plus I’d be remiss if upon spying myself in that shop window—I didn’t share the goodness, amirtie?
It almost seems cruel to make me have to experience the struggle when all I have to do is wait a little while, right? (It is already up to 20%)
What is the bar? At what point is it safe? 25%? 50%?
#TheStrugglesAreReal #FirstWorldProblems #LifeComesAtYouFast
Take a girl like that
And put her in a natural setting
Like a cafe for example.
Along comes the boy
And he’s looking for trouble
With a girl like that
With a girl like that.
Who knows what they’ll decide to do.
Who knows what they’ll get up to.
I’d love to know.
With your 12 year-old-ATM-card paying, with your iced coffee after school, texting on your Apple iPhone.
I am #JudgingYou