Tonight's commute basically not as horrid as feared. Excellent move on my part to choose the train and not the bus. All seemed surreal, on account of not feeling my face after the date with dr. Botox. Very important, as I might be very old by the time I move back to the City.
Car's battery died from lack of use. I need to drive it around with nowhere to go it seems!
Oh the irony...Ladybug is sitting in the parking lot, back from the shop. We'll see how it goes tomorrow...
So, here is a new level of boredom: I ordered a didgeridoo from Amazon and I am learning to play. D just arrived (we are going to Thanksgiving together tomorrow) and I proudly demonstrated my skill so far. D says it sounded like a really horrible fart. He's just jealous.
D tells me his weekend was gang-raped by his high brow architectural firm cruelly forcing everyone to work all week. And I live in New Jersey. Both excellent reasons to hit the bong and exchange stories of our slutty ways. Goodnite and Happy Thanksgiving.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Not a city girl?
Met an interesting fellow outside of Gramercy Park Hotel (smoking)...
We xchange numbers... Cute texts follow, we are supposed to hang out...last night I get a text inviting me to hang out... I reply: on my way home, you gotta give a girl more time.
The answer: not a city girl? Lol!
...oh god..yes I guess, currently not a city girl :(. But always a city girl at heart. This is the perfect example Of my beef with new jersey: nowhere else in the world can you be so close and yet so far away. In my other life (left behind) this girl used to go to her apartment after work, walk her dogs and get ready to go out again...
This girl boards a train, along with hoards of vacant-eye zombies focused on getting on that train. She boards the train (better than the BUS) and once she is gone that 12 miles, she is gone...
The Fancytown NJ is lively enough in the summer months; after all, it's an extremely artistic, forward, happening community. Maybe. But once the weather turns, it's halloween every night here: it is dark...no street lights. Your faithful correspond has no idea what happened to the other dog owners of the summer. They are gone. The streets are empty and dark and on the few occasions I borrow my own dogs from my parents (where they stay to avoid doggie psychosis brought on by their mistress being away too long) we are the only ones making the lonely 4 block trail around the neighborhood. The waiters and owner of the popular restaurant know us; we go past and they wave...we wave back. We make our way around the popular drag and go home
We xchange numbers... Cute texts follow, we are supposed to hang out...last night I get a text inviting me to hang out... I reply: on my way home, you gotta give a girl more time.
The answer: not a city girl? Lol!
...oh god..yes I guess, currently not a city girl :(. But always a city girl at heart. This is the perfect example Of my beef with new jersey: nowhere else in the world can you be so close and yet so far away. In my other life (left behind) this girl used to go to her apartment after work, walk her dogs and get ready to go out again...
This girl boards a train, along with hoards of vacant-eye zombies focused on getting on that train. She boards the train (better than the BUS) and once she is gone that 12 miles, she is gone...
The Fancytown NJ is lively enough in the summer months; after all, it's an extremely artistic, forward, happening community. Maybe. But once the weather turns, it's halloween every night here: it is dark...no street lights. Your faithful correspond has no idea what happened to the other dog owners of the summer. They are gone. The streets are empty and dark and on the few occasions I borrow my own dogs from my parents (where they stay to avoid doggie psychosis brought on by their mistress being away too long) we are the only ones making the lonely 4 block trail around the neighborhood. The waiters and owner of the popular restaurant know us; we go past and they wave...we wave back. We make our way around the popular drag and go home
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Ok so hello friends!
As the New Year is around the corner, I decided to blog about my escape back to NYC...after making the mistake of moving to New Jersey about 2 years ago... As I face my denial about the fact that once you live in NYC for 15 years you ARE a New Yorhkah...and you will never feel at home anywhere but...so I decided to chronicle why it's so damn hard to move back...because the Apple skin gets tough to those who foolishly abandon it...
As the New Year is around the corner, I decided to blog about my escape back to NYC...after making the mistake of moving to New Jersey about 2 years ago... As I face my denial about the fact that once you live in NYC for 15 years you ARE a New Yorhkah...and you will never feel at home anywhere but...so I decided to chronicle why it's so damn hard to move back...because the Apple skin gets tough to those who foolishly abandon it...
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