Conde Nast's Portfolio magazine folded this week. It's been fucking hot. I have to wake up in less than 4 hours. Summer's here (where did spring go) and the last place I want to be is at school. Still don't have an internship/job for the summer and they've cancelled Silkscreen AGAIN, leaving me no choice but to never graduate. Tiffany's been working a lot. People are reading: The Tourist, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Kurt Vonnegut. Some relishes of summer: Lunches at Union Square park, uneven sunburns. Naked painted ladies, karaoke all-nighters, Chelsea Market, flea markets.
Night, morning,
Claire
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