Live! From New York, It's Saturday Night!!!
so here i am.
ok... so memorial day... closer to 7am then the schedual said, my greyhound pulled into New York City, and i stepped off the bus, and as my foot hit the ground i imagined a huge thunderous sound, like in those cartoons when the larger than life thing puts it's foot down onto the ground... a sonic boom... a man on the moon step... i am now a new yorker.
so, i'm not only a new yorker, but apparently a squatter, also. as many people as i've met who say, oh don't worry, it's a way of life here... and it's like you're in "rent." ...as many times as i've been calmed about it, i find it a bit disturbing that someone can come into your place and claim it.
i met christina rich on monday night, not long after i had moved in. she asked me who i was, and i asked her who she was, and she said it was her apartment.
it was awkward. i was ...i can't say uninformed, but certaintly misinformed. it was awkward.
she's a really really cool girl, and she's from kevin's home town in PA. they hit it off, and she thought i was a cutie.
so, anyway, she is playing it super cool (kevin says she has too... ) we're telling her we've been here for a month... but you and i know, secretly, that i had only been here under 12 hours when she and i met.
anyway, so she gave us until sunday, and said she'd be cool... if we helped her clean up the apartment (it was a horrific mess when i walked in...)
so... she's comming over with kevin when he gets out of work tonight, and we're all going to drink beer and clean.
what they don't know is my nerves have been shot all day so hard from mourning my lost relationship, new york, being a squatter, where i'm going to live in the morning, and that i've no job yet... that i have cleaned the entirity of the 5 room railroad apartment.
welcome to hell's kitchen - don't kid!
anyhow... i am a bit high off of a bleach and random cleaner high... i've gotta rectify a situation in my blog.
seth, i dunno if you read this or not, but... when i said i didn't want you anymore... you and i both know that's me projecting a fear.
our deal can have ended. and it can be sad, but i'll be damned if i'm not fair about it.
anyway - i gotta go, they'll be here soon.
"it cuts so strange. the only thing that stays the same is change."
ok... so memorial day... closer to 7am then the schedual said, my greyhound pulled into New York City, and i stepped off the bus, and as my foot hit the ground i imagined a huge thunderous sound, like in those cartoons when the larger than life thing puts it's foot down onto the ground... a sonic boom... a man on the moon step... i am now a new yorker.
so, i'm not only a new yorker, but apparently a squatter, also. as many people as i've met who say, oh don't worry, it's a way of life here... and it's like you're in "rent." ...as many times as i've been calmed about it, i find it a bit disturbing that someone can come into your place and claim it.
i met christina rich on monday night, not long after i had moved in. she asked me who i was, and i asked her who she was, and she said it was her apartment.
it was awkward. i was ...i can't say uninformed, but certaintly misinformed. it was awkward.
she's a really really cool girl, and she's from kevin's home town in PA. they hit it off, and she thought i was a cutie.
so, anyway, she is playing it super cool (kevin says she has too... ) we're telling her we've been here for a month... but you and i know, secretly, that i had only been here under 12 hours when she and i met.
anyway, so she gave us until sunday, and said she'd be cool... if we helped her clean up the apartment (it was a horrific mess when i walked in...)
so... she's comming over with kevin when he gets out of work tonight, and we're all going to drink beer and clean.
what they don't know is my nerves have been shot all day so hard from mourning my lost relationship, new york, being a squatter, where i'm going to live in the morning, and that i've no job yet... that i have cleaned the entirity of the 5 room railroad apartment.
welcome to hell's kitchen - don't kid!
anyhow... i am a bit high off of a bleach and random cleaner high... i've gotta rectify a situation in my blog.
seth, i dunno if you read this or not, but... when i said i didn't want you anymore... you and i both know that's me projecting a fear.
our deal can have ended. and it can be sad, but i'll be damned if i'm not fair about it.
anyway - i gotta go, they'll be here soon.
"it cuts so strange. the only thing that stays the same is change."
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