I hate crossing seas, let alone oceans. Atlantic Oceans. Eight-hour flights are just not fun, but if you're like me and you pull an all-nighter, powered by 3 cans of Red Bull and a cup of java, you seriously don't give a shit cause you're passed out most of the trip. And you'd think I'd get a nice welcome home, [not that I didn't], but I run down to re-collect my most prized mp3s on my old computer, just to find out they've ALL been deleted. *sighs*. Oh, but it gets worst.
Attempting to venture out to the places I haven't been in ages, I make my out to Greenwich village, oh but the weather's a solid - 18 F [perfect]. My blood froze just in time for Christmas celebrations. But somewhere, somehow, we've managed to make this little trip back to New York a very exciting one. Bike racing from Columbus Circle to South Street Seaport, via Broadway ; illuminating dancers across Union Square, "dirty minds" at Barnes & Nobles, and hosting a round of Free Hugs.
Well, you know what they say: Home Is Where The Heart Is.
'Here's A Little Treat For Ya'
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Lykke Li - Little Bit [AutoErotique Bootleg Remix] Click!