New York Stories

Hmm.

Maybe it is okay to dance all the way to the destination.

As long as you do it fabulously of course.

And as long as you laugh all the way. (Maybe)

I think this is the first time that i havent been scared of not making it before a deadline, or making a schedule and not following it. Of course, while I'm here in New York there's not much of a schedule to follow, but its quite relieving to not be frazzled by making it according to somebody else's timetable.

Maybe it is okay to be neurotic. Here.

I mean in a city where half of the population are therapist junkies...who's to say that being quite unravelled isn't the in thing here?

Coming from a country where everyone goes to great lengths to cover up whatever abnormalities any of them might have, I feel quite free to run amuck in a city filled with nuts such as myself.

I feel like E.T. coming home.

Except that I am much better looking...and heavily hydrated and moisturized.

And i don't wear my heart on my sleeve. ( Neither does he, but he does allow it to glow from his insides...and if that's not wearing it...i don't know what is.)

So...back to the dancing. I think I'm gonna do some more.

And I don't really care if I'm gonna finish this today.

I just know I will.