lovesick

I can't believe this. After waxing poetic about Los Angeles for years only to find myself bored to tears after moving there, I now find that I don't want to leave Manhattan ever. The thought of leaving tomorrow makes my stomach clench. At least my suitcase will be twice as full as it was when I came.

I suspect that when I get married, I may have a problem with fidelity.

a perfect day

Today, I bought new shoes in SoHo with my New York girl friends, wore them out to dinner with my New York gay boyfriends, then got them soaked in a New York thunderstorm. Shoe shopping and rain--a perfect Manhattan day.