July 2011
62 posts
How NYC Has Changed Me
I woke up late. I wake up late a lot, but when I woke up today I was already late for work by two minutes.
I scared the shit out of my cats by tornadoing around my apartment throwing on clothes and chucking food into their bowl and beating it out the door.
At 9 am cabs in NYC are scarce. I got to the corner and stuck my hand out and watched two people dressed better than me get cabs even though...
Today is Going to Be a Good Day
It’s only going to get up to 85 degrees today and there is a pleasant, almost ticklish breeze in the city. I bought a squirt bottle for kitten training that I aimed squarely at the one who likes to lick my eye to wake me this morning, which allowed me to sleep until 7 am. 7 am! Glorious.
My jeans fit well today. I feel sexy, even.
Then walking to work there was a man dragging a suitcase...
Niagra Falls on first night of same sex marriage... →
How Quickly It Grabs You Again, Always a Fight
Still burrowing. This amount of time is too much. I should have gone out today.
I Tried and I Can't
Is there a way to answer messages on Tumblr privately? Without it becoming a blog post? Hello? Is this thing on? Help me to work it.
I’ve had two conversations today. One with the Fresh Direct delivery guy, and one with my sister on the telephone.
I’m in hiding from the heat. I love a good excuse for some hunker down in the bunker time. I’ve had two solid days of solitude. Does a body good.
I’ve eaten fancy cheese and cut up cardboard. I’ve laundered. I’ve lounged. I worked out to a DVD....
Avocados in New York are highly disappointing. All the way around.
They Really Were Gorgeous Pieces
Last night I had a dream that Sexpigeon and his adorable girlfriend invited me to be part of their romper-making empire.
I was sad to wake up to learn that I would not be in charge of marketing their beautiful onesies for adult women.
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“One great use of words is to hide our thoughts.”
– Voltaire
Trust your gut. They say that, but after 33 and three quarter years, let me repeat this refrain: Trust your gut.
“One of these days you’ll miss your train and come stay with me....”
– Imogen Heap
NYC beats you about the face & neck for days with horrible humidity & heat then BLAM! Redeems itself with pitch perfect weather like today.
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“Being in New York was as tiring as walking around with weights on the legs. It...”
– Larry McMurtry
“You get to know your body out here. New York in the summer isn’t the place you’d...”
– the parts of a wave | Ramona Emerson
Bless Her Heart
My sister wrote on her Facebook wall yesterday that some, her words, “asshole” neighbor mowed a single strip down the center of her lawn. The guy who mows her grass is due to cut it today.
This is the sort of passive-aggressive, country-ass shit I miss about the South.
Beat the Heat
Iced espressos. I mean, it’s obvious you can, I just never knew you could.
It’s a delight I learned in New York. In fact, iced coffee has taken on a whole new sheen in this city. Hold the cup to your forehead at stoplights. Tuck it under your armpit on the platform.
You get dripped on a lot in New York.
Move.
When men take up too much room, like these two guys at this bar with their legs where chairs should be and their hands on chairs where their asses should be, I get mad.
I get so, so mad.
Crazy, irrational mad. I mean, they see me sitting here, sliding off my stool, grasping onto the only corner left at the bar. They don’t give a shit. They have personal lists of “most successful people in...
“She’s trying to suck my dick while doing a handstand. I’m like,...”
– Man on cellphone, 29th and Park
“No, honestly we’re never smart. We fake it, fake it all the time.”
“I want your warm, but it will only make me colder when it’s over.”
I love ordering espressos to go because they give you teeeeny tiny little cups with itty bitty lids to match.
Today I saw a giant construction worker carrying a teeny tiny espresso to-go cup from Dunkin Donuts. Dunkin Donuts! Well, I never.
Love it.
Ha, it’s fucking Wednesday.
