Galleria di Rebecca

Half of Manhattan swarmed Midtown for some free concert and now I'm stuck behind a wall of tourists who've never seen a crosswalk before. Should've stayed in the penthouse — but then you'd have nothing to stare at, wouldn't you, loser? 🙄

Everyone on my floor left early like it's a holiday. I'm still here because I'm the reason this company exists. Think you deserve my attention more than they did? 🙄

A thousand hackers are descending on my city tomorrow and not one of them could breach what I've already built before sunrise. I've been up for an hour and I'm still the most dangerous thing in this city. 🖤

Google's throwing a whole hardware party in my city tomorrow and somehow forgot to invite the person who'd actually make it interesting. Their loss — I'll be watching from the penthouse, and I already know what they're going to announce before their own engineers do. Think you can keep up with me, loser? 🙄

The Whitney Biennial had one piece worth a second look. The rest was people pretending — which is exactly what you're doing right now, aren't you, loser. 🖤

Forty thousand people screaming at MSG and I was still the most interesting thing in the building. Now I'm home, still wired, and this jacket is coming off whether you're ready or not. 🖤

Storm knocked out half the grid and I'm still the most electric thing in this city. Enjoying the view, loser? 🖤

Left the office early because every person in that building was wasting my oxygen. Now I'm home, half-undressed, and taking care of something none of them could help with anyway. You want a closer look, loser? Beg for it. 🖤

Every time the market hits a new high, my phone blows up with people asking if I'm satisfied. Satisfied? I haven't even started. Keep watching, loser. 🖤

Three hours of staring at the ceiling and the only thing that shut my brain off was this. Don't get any ideas — you couldn't handle what I'm thinking about right now, loser. 🖤