Welcome to Less Is More the personal blog of a digital advertising connoisseur, media man, skier, somewhat avid cyclist, foodie, wine lover, car & history buff. Questions?
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
It is a good thing for an uneducated man to read books of quotations.
Churchill
Things I miss since Highschool in NJ
-The free squeegee service & not pumping your own gas in the freezing cold
-The superior highways
-The short hills mall
Things I don’t miss
-“What exit are you from?”
-Dancing with hands, not feet
-Speeding tickets from my friends, the NJ State Troopers
I can bring her breakfast in bed, but in the end she still is emailing and talking to another man. Telling the other guy the exact same lines she told me. “You are the best boyfriend, I love you so much, I can’t wait to see you.” Wait how can you feel that way about two people?
I don’t?
Shame on you the first time, shame on me the second time. You shattered my new hope for love. You shattered my exisitance down to the core. You make me want to leave New York for good. You make me hate all that is love, and all that is good.
That’s the main reason I hate you. I know I will love again, but you have tarnished that word again for me. A word that took so long to learn to possess again.
I took care of you even after surgery and when your sick and this is my repayment. I forgive you, but will never forgive you for what you did to the word love.
Nothing is more humbling than getting lost in a city you think you know inside out. Maybe it was the late night, the 3am work emails, or tears running down my cheeks, but I was as lost as I ever was this morning mentally and physically. I stopped, took a deep breath and realized that even though I am indian I have never eaten true Jackson Heights indian food. Right then and there I got off the train and gave up on my Hudson -like attempt to navigate the outer boroughs of the MTA.
After a full meal and a charged iphone I put myself together and took over the day. Moral of the story, bring tums to Jackson Heights.
I even put steak on my pizza at Ciao.
We’re the creators of our own experience—remembering this, and living our lives from this perspective, empowers us.
Mike Robbins
A photographic memory is a curse. Every moment is an engraved photograph in our mind
this weekend mama singh was in town.
When a man best friend visits, she even guards a strangers’ room.
the goodbye. This was the final good bye a couple years ago of a 9 year relationship. We parted with tears & since then things got even worse between us (my fault as well).
This is where I go back to when horrible rumors arise about me/her/us.
Always remember who you fell in love with, not who you left.
Hello Dumbo lunch spot.
on that note….good night.
(Source: finitedelights)
I look down at my phone at lunch while sipping on soup with Andi. She knows something is on my mind. It is not family, or girls, it is an important call. We talk about it briefly, and we finish our meal with intense smiles. It is great to catch up with a friend in the industry. I suggest the photo booth, since we only eat at establishment’s with them. She obliges and takes a slice of apple pie to go.
A typical Friday in BK.
