When she's not revising her list of people she would either shoot or sleep with at any given moment, gw is:
inventing pretend fiances of noble descent
eating cheese danish at Au Bon Pain
hosting fake kung fu fight club sessions in her living room
arguing with cab drivers on the LES
impulse buying (mostly shoes she can't afford but keeps anyway)
kicking kids in the city whose parents gave them last names as first names, because they will grow up to be douchebags
enjoying midnight romps with the gentleman caller
going to Midtown Comics in stilettos to freak fanboys out
drinking Snapple Apple fifty times a day
avoiding stepping on cracks
people-watching at DuMont while eating waffles
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