Stacy Horn

From left to right: work-out sneakers, good sneakers, and my brand new, never been worn sneakers. The red came out gaudy in this shot, but it’s actually the perfect shade. Not too bright and not too subtle.

Stacy and Clinton would be appalled, but I have bad feet. No really. I stumble a lot, in flats, so I can’t wear heels. I try to make up for it with colorful sneakers. And I have a pair of black sneakers for dress up occasions. (Seriously.)

I’m walking up to the Met today so I should get lots of fun shots!

I’ve decided to stop feeding the birds to save money and it’s like they know. They swoop down the minute I walk out onto the roof and get right up to me as I put the seed down. “We love you! We trust you! Don’t go away! Because we know you’re thinking about it.”

I wasn’t sure if this shot conveyed how close they got so I tried shooting straight down.

The camera freaked them out a bit so they didn’t get as close as usual, but you get the idea. By the way, those are my “work-out” sneakers. Those are not my “good” sneakers. Which I totally have.

Anyway, I’m feeling guilty. Stupid manipulative pigeons. Okay, you win pigeons. ( Jerks.)

The trackpad on my Macbook was so stiff I was getting cramps in my hand. Now it’s fixed and I’m click, click, clicking away. CLICK. CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK! Click. (Pause.) CLICKETY CLICK CLICK!!

I want this many dogs. Okay, just one. And a really little one too, please. (There were some little ones down in front that you can’t see in this shot.)

I keep working. I can’t help myself. I’VE BEEN PROGRAMMED BY THE MAN. Actually, I think I just need to catch up with a lot of things I haven’t been able to get to, and then I can feel like I can take a vacation. Then I can relax.

But I should go out and just walk around, get reacquainted with my neighborhood. Every time I go out there I see a store I’ve never seen before. Like Marc Jacobs, who has a store on every block, has opened yet another freaking store and this time he’s opened a freaking bookstore where another bookstore used to be!! Completely insane. I’m pretty sure he’s using the shelves that were already there from the previous owner.

Buddy only talks to me for two reasons: when he wants food and when he wants pets.

It’s never, “I’m really sorry for allowing that waterbug to fly in your face that time. I still feel just awful about it.”

I love when he does this, covering his face with his paw. Except while I’m saying, “Who’s the cutest cat in the whole wide world,” he’s probably saying this.