worse than heat...

so i've discovered something that's worse than the heat in new york.... the rain. the sudden thunderstorm that darkens the midday sky and starts with rain that you think is hard, and you get drenched... but then, all of a sudden, sheets of rain start pouring from the sky and you realize you weren't drenched before, but now you are.

but that's not even the worst part of it. the worst part of it is the subway. everyone decides to take the subway when it rains, so not only is it humid, sticky and hot down there, but it's also crowded. the ground in the subway (which i've never seen anyone clean, by the way) is in puddles (which aren't pleasant when, in the hot weather this morning, you decided to wear flip flops).

ugh. yesterday was gross. so i escaped to lululemon. i need to take pictures of everything i've purchased in nyc. not that the shopping is THAT much better than in SF (we have most of the same boutiques, like ted baker, lululemon and camper), but i finally have an excuse to buy semi-expensive things (what better reason for shopping than being in new york?).

pictures soon to follow...

what do you do with the pieces of a broken heart?
and how can a man like me remain in the light?
and if life is really as short as they say
then why is the night so long?
-m. ward's chinese translation