Today, Tel Aviv is celebrating its 100th birthday at Rabin Square. My roommate is part of the show--he's rollerblading it. (Heh.)

So here's to Tel Aviv: the non-stop honking outside my window, the scary kitties and their kitty fights, the people riding motorcycles on sidewalks and almost running me over, the pretty trees (desert, ur blooming), the beach, the beautiful men that walk down Rothschild (nom nom nom), the cute puppehz, the random Orthodox people, the shuk, the free shots at bars (you are a blessing and a curse), the people who are nice to lefty activists on the street, the Russian prostitutes, the bougie cafes, the sketchiness, the hummus, the vintage clothes, the French people (just kidding, they're annoying), the construction, the ugly-ass graffiti, and the old people who yell at me on the bus.

HERE IS TO YOU.