heart attack

yes, i am aware that my life revolves around food, especially the super healthy kind

the weekend went a little like this:

danced like bees at work

shoved city bakery cookies down my piehole

five guys on a friday night

fell for summer fun fruits starbursts
added fuel to the fire with absolute bagel

burned my left butt check at brighton beach

finished fountainhead on the subway

drank a lot of juice at international street fair

pretended like i was rich at the plaza hotel

strolled through central park

once again i dreamed like i was a rockstar at the st regis hotel
rekindled the flame with koronet's pizza

ate some ice cream at dylan's candy bar

sang along with moulin rouge 

(nicole kidman makes me proud to be a ginga)

got super heated up by the heat