NY flashbacks all evening / night. Was watching Night At The Museum, that made me feel weird. Good memories, just not all about the "current" end result, or whatever it could be titled. Then I was going through my old boss' NY Fashion Week photos and thought "wait, that looks familiar", clicked, and bam, it was Milk. lol.
Now, I'm listening to U2 and GaGa while talking to Justin so that I can not get creeped out about disfigured men looking in my windows. Thanks to watching the first hour of "The Box", I'm now weirded out.
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