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| natashanatasha Rolling out of bed. Going to spend the day drawing and reading the last Y. |
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| natashanatasha is still baffled by the attractive to ugly people ratio in Manhattan. |
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| natashanatasha spies a woman regretting wearing the super-short, swishy dress and clutching the back hem. |
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| natashanatasha I spy a 12yo, Avril Lavigne lookalike with a rainbow SpongeBob wristband and cig hanging out of her mouth like she's been smoking for 20yrs. |
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| natashanatasha People watching out of a starbucks window. I spy a white guy with a Malcom X forearm tat. |
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| natashanatasha Watching David use my illustrations in his design thingajiggywhosiewhatsits. Whooo! |
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| natashanatasha is eating the worst meal ever at White Castle. |
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| natashanatasha is eating a proper New York bagel. |
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| natashanatasha loves his face. |
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| natashanatasha is drinking the most delicious basil lemonade in Manhattan. |
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| natashanatasha says, "Goodbye, west coast." |
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| natashanatasha T-minus one hour and thirty minutes. |
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| natashanatasha T-minus 8 hours and 25 minutes. |
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| natashanatasha antsy pantsy and a little nauseous. |
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| natashanatasha mini anxiety attacks galore. Yay. T-minus 15 hours and 49 minutes. |
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| natashanatasha feels the butterflies of anxiety fluttering about in her tummy. |
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| natashanatasha ...two days. |
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| natashanatasha plans a trip downtown to say goodbye to Sacramento. |
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| natashanatasha has started packing. |
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