For my birfday… | The Spadina Monologues

For my birfday…

… this happened!

ALL HAIL ANNY CHIH!!

Love this SO MUCH!

If anyone in Brooklyn stumbles upon this bit of graff, be sure to let me know!

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This entry was posted on March 5, 2013 by Christine Estima. It was filed under birthday, graffiti, new york city .

2 Responses

Maria♡Aguilar (@MariaAguilar)

Um that’s amazing!!! Happy birrrrrfthday!!!

March 5, 2013 at 11:16 AM

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- Christine Estima
  
  Fanks maria!
  
  March 6, 2013 at 4:52 AM
  
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Christine Estima

Christine Estima

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I can't wear white without spilling something on it

Christine Estima

As a half-Portuguese, half-Lebanese, feminist, vegetarian, pacifist, fag-hag, novelist, hipster, atheist, shit-disturber, blogger, backpacker, playwright, bookworm, film critic, and lovertine, I began my journey of petulance and precociousness in the suburbs of Montreal and Toronto. I thusly figured I'd turn out to be a nun, or a writer. A few years at a Catholic school cured me of the first disease.

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