I want to live here
the most scottiness apartment in all of Manhattan
The only reason I cannot have it is because this apartment is not something I can afford.
But this is not the point. The point is that this apartment is perfect. It is the perfect apartment for me at this point in time. It would make my life easier and more enjoyable on a daily basis. So why am I harping on something I cannot have? Why did I set up an appointment to waist some womans time tomorrow? It is because if there is one thing that I cannot stand in this world it is things that that I cannot have. Things that are readily available, but not to me. It drives me madd. It drives me to different parts of the planet on a quest for means and access, only to get there and find something else.
I have a richer life than many, and not enough all at the same time and that might just be what makes me an asshole.
This being said, I'm just rambling because I'm tired and over worked... Anyone else around here ever wake up wondering why they live in New York City. Why we choose to live in concrete cubes covered in drywall covered in too many layers of white paint where all land is paved and piles of brick block out the sun? Ah, yes... now I remember... our jobs of course... of course our lives. I try to remind myself that I would be going just as crazy on a farm. The major problem all of us raised in the 80s will find is that the generation that brought us up, teaching us to share and be kind- have already capitalized this place to the point where it is impossible for a young college graduate like myself to own his very own concrete square.
Fuck everyone who has more than I do!
heh heh heh...
no, really... I'm fine.
the most scottiness apartment in all of Manhattan
The only reason I cannot have it is because this apartment is not something I can afford.
But this is not the point. The point is that this apartment is perfect. It is the perfect apartment for me at this point in time. It would make my life easier and more enjoyable on a daily basis. So why am I harping on something I cannot have? Why did I set up an appointment to waist some womans time tomorrow? It is because if there is one thing that I cannot stand in this world it is things that that I cannot have. Things that are readily available, but not to me. It drives me madd. It drives me to different parts of the planet on a quest for means and access, only to get there and find something else.
I have a richer life than many, and not enough all at the same time and that might just be what makes me an asshole.
This being said, I'm just rambling because I'm tired and over worked... Anyone else around here ever wake up wondering why they live in New York City. Why we choose to live in concrete cubes covered in drywall covered in too many layers of white paint where all land is paved and piles of brick block out the sun? Ah, yes... now I remember... our jobs of course... of course our lives. I try to remind myself that I would be going just as crazy on a farm. The major problem all of us raised in the 80s will find is that the generation that brought us up, teaching us to share and be kind- have already capitalized this place to the point where it is impossible for a young college graduate like myself to own his very own concrete square.
Fuck everyone who has more than I do!
heh heh heh...
no, really... I'm fine.