The name of my trip to NYC is either going to be: My subterranean adventure or 40 ways to die in Brooklyn.
Within the first 24 hours upon my arrival I:
Drank my weight in Jameson.
Was exposed to a J- shaped dick I was not expecting. (It sobered me up, I was so frightened)
Met my doppleganger.
Got attacked by a pitbull. (I am fine, thank you)
Got a tetanus shot.
And almost maced myself. (Don't ask)
I can't believe I made it hope in one piece. It was fun though!
I am not sure I love it as much as I thought I would. I am definitely in like with NYC, but I am not sure I am in love.
This perplexes me because, that has always been such an integral part of my persona. That, along with how introverted I've become is weirding me out....
I never thought NYC would cause a 1/4 life crisis haha.
Anyone know how to deal w/ this? Thoughts?
Within the first 24 hours upon my arrival I:
Drank my weight in Jameson.
Was exposed to a J- shaped dick I was not expecting. (It sobered me up, I was so frightened)
Met my doppleganger.
Got attacked by a pitbull. (I am fine, thank you)
Got a tetanus shot.
And almost maced myself. (Don't ask)
I can't believe I made it hope in one piece. It was fun though!
I am not sure I love it as much as I thought I would. I am definitely in like with NYC, but I am not sure I am in love.
This perplexes me because, that has always been such an integral part of my persona. That, along with how introverted I've become is weirding me out....
I never thought NYC would cause a 1/4 life crisis haha.
Anyone know how to deal w/ this? Thoughts?
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mercie:
40 ways to die in brooklyn sounds like a punk album. i like that one.
kus:
way to not mace yourself!