Concrete jugular

You can tell how wasted I am by the amount of cats that I hug.

This guy changes up his theme van. Does one for V day, xmas, etc.

I don’t have time for craptions cos we’re off to see the TDot wizards (not a band, just a craymism) so here’s a photo blast post. I’ll try to speak my mind though cos it’s hard not to.

The first tour bus ride we went on, took us to Times Square and all over.

Embrace the garbage bag culture. It was cold up there on the bus.

Times Square syndrome.

Hangin’ with Les. Bf and sis and her friend ditched me here which is what I wanted. Touristy go go go makes me crabby plus I’ve seen it all. Give me bar.

Afterward we sauntered around a bit. Mario jumped in here which I did not want so we had to tip both of them. UGH. They were sweaty and gross.

Nice tits. Profiting from Breast cancer, way to go.

Drankin gingerale whoops we know what that means. Day two rushed out the door to the ferry again I get no sleep ins and it takes awhile til I hit my stride later on in the day.

More gloomy weather but the sun broke out later on for a bit until it poured rain for awhile.

He took a million pics of this.

This is beside that wicked hotel.

I can see Sis and her friend almost throwing me some shade lawl.

We were on that! We paid the extra for the observation deck.

Scary sky.


Thai time. Downpour relief. Hangover cure. At first you’re like THAIII!! Then you’re like DIIIE! Mine was so good. Glass noodles forevs.


We bought a way too massive for the streets umbrelly.

Little Italy.

This night we just had a shitty meal in little italy, I mean it was decent enough but they hustled us for sure. Wish spent more time on the foodie front. Last night in Williamsburg we went to the Bedford with Jamie and their food was awesome so you win some you lose some no big deal.

And yes it is. Okay gotta go bro le bros.