bye brooklyn

four years passes quickly. new york has been good to me, but it's time to move on. the biting cold (yesterday was the coldest day in two years!), the long waits for the c train that ALWAYS crawls into the canal street station, the ever-present stench of cheap cigars, chicken bones in the street, the sharp edges of barney's and saks bags being swung about mercilessly by stiletto-sidewalk-stomping fashionistas - it's all finally gotten to me.

i'm pussying out.

your gourmet cupcakes, intimate secret rock shows, and meticulously glamorous window dressings can't save me now.

bye brooklyn, i'll miss you.