I saw this flyer on a pole in the East Village this evening. I thought it was sad, so I wanted to do my part:
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This poor dove, LoviDovi, is missing. If you have any information please call 1 212 388 9780
I hate it when I hear about people’s birds getting away. Parrot is clipped. I’m seriously considering letting her feathers grow out so that she can fledge, but it makes me nervous because I’ve heard so many stories of birds flown out the window. Realistically, that is unlikely to happen in my apartment…I guess there is something to be said about living in a 19th century Jacob Riis-esque walkup after all…natural light? Who needs natural light? Don’t you know sunlight gives you wrinkles and skin cancer?
Still hunting for Threepenny Opera tickets. Tomorrow I will escalate my ticket-grubbing schemes. What I’ve done so far hasn’t panned out.
Am also frightfully broke, so I got on Craigslist and landed a modeling job for tomorrow. I have scrutinized the hell out of it and it seems legit (modeling gigs are a cesspool of scam artists–you have to vett very carefully to get honest, paying work). I’m one to talk–I knocked a year off my age to meet the qualifications, and I’m counting on the HR or secretary person not checking it when I present my ID and sign the modeling release. Whatever–my clavicles can hold their own against any teenaged Ukrainian competition. HA–good thing all that college is paying off!