Waiting to wait

this restaurant life is going to kill me.

the staff of chinatown before their shift, East Village, NYC


dollhouse dreamer

desires, over time, will always begin to fade and evolve. my fear of my uncertain future "career path" has become the excitement for new possibilities. i've finally accepted the fact that i'm insatiable, about almost everything. i want more than ever. i want self-control, a house, children, to be surrounded by art, a husband, a car, to travel, to see shows, to keep loving, to save money, to spend money, a cat, a dog, answers to questions i haven't asked yet, to see another shooting star (or five), to entertain guests, to be alone, to be great. i want to keep wanting. 


it's nice to have someone to plan something with.