I am going to dedicate this paragraph to talk about how much I miss New York! Waaah! New York, I want you back! But I've gotta stop being a baby... I swear I don't sleep in my 'I Love NY' shirt, being a los angelenos now that would just be shameful... would it be? I miss my apartment, my cat, my stove, my sidewalk, my taxi cabs (all one zillion of you!) my morning breakfast, my dreams of breaking into and living in Harry Winston's and sometimes Tiffany's. Moving on is hard to do, guys. I feel like New York and I just broke up, but it was really just a misunderstanding... I wish he'd take my calls.
I have to run, but I will make sure to keep you all updated about my journey in Los Angeles, and if New York and I make up or not. Stay tuned, and if you see me wandering around say HI! Please! I don't bite.

And here is a picture of me with a completely lame book I found in my friend's apartment. Enjoy.
Gera

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