Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Please...

So this is what you get when you go to NYC. It was the morning when I was on my way to the MoMA, you were talking on your cell phone outside an office building and I couldn't resist to take snapshot of you. You seemed really sweet, like you were talking to your sister or some- thing, helping her feel better about her lousy boyfriend. If you ever read this, who were you actually talking to? Please tell me it's not your girlfriend...

1 comment:

Darcey said...

Sorry guy, I see a ring on his left hand. Still fun to scope out the hot breeders though.