I think it goes without sayingbut I will say it anywaythat it's somewhat depressing when you put on that skirt from last summer, only to find that you can no longer zip it up this summer.
And I am about 88%, give or take, addicted to Dunkin' Donuts coffee.
To the New York City subway riders, I ask you: Why will you go out of your way when looking for a seat on the train to avoid sitting in a spot covered or surrounded by the newspapers, empty bottles and food containers, left by previous passengers, yet have no qualms about leaving your own garbage deposit in your wake, when getting off at your own stop? And please do not use the "Well, they have people who get paid to clean up" excuse. Because however true that may be, is it often in your daily travels that you actually see these subway cleaners board the car that you're in, toting broom and garbage pail, scouring the floors and seats for your trash in-between station stops? Yeah, I thought so.
Please stop. You are all gross and disappoint me.
And to the man who just asked me for spare change, I'm sorry, but I spent it all on coffee.
I'm actually not in as shitty a mood as I probably sound.
I got a 94 on the midterm I took on Tuesday. My middle name should have been Smarty Pants, instead of Patricia.
There was a spontaneousand freetrip to the museum I had visited on Sunday, this evening. I went with a handful of the students in my liberal arts seminar and our professor, and it was actually enjoyable. There was music in the front courtyard, and we had to make our way through happy, sweaty, and some dancing, people to get inside. I had a good time. And when I left, I took the M2 bus from 104th and 5th, down to the Public Library and 42nd Street, where I walked to Times Square with company from AceTrace-ah via cell phone.
We're going to right the world and live. I mean live our lives the way lives were meant to be lived. With the throat and wrists. With rage and desire, and joy and grief, and love till it hurts, maybe....
"Bien Pretty", Sandra Cisneros
And I am about 88%, give or take, addicted to Dunkin' Donuts coffee.
To the New York City subway riders, I ask you: Why will you go out of your way when looking for a seat on the train to avoid sitting in a spot covered or surrounded by the newspapers, empty bottles and food containers, left by previous passengers, yet have no qualms about leaving your own garbage deposit in your wake, when getting off at your own stop? And please do not use the "Well, they have people who get paid to clean up" excuse. Because however true that may be, is it often in your daily travels that you actually see these subway cleaners board the car that you're in, toting broom and garbage pail, scouring the floors and seats for your trash in-between station stops? Yeah, I thought so.
Please stop. You are all gross and disappoint me.
And to the man who just asked me for spare change, I'm sorry, but I spent it all on coffee.
I'm actually not in as shitty a mood as I probably sound.
I got a 94 on the midterm I took on Tuesday. My middle name should have been Smarty Pants, instead of Patricia.
There was a spontaneousand freetrip to the museum I had visited on Sunday, this evening. I went with a handful of the students in my liberal arts seminar and our professor, and it was actually enjoyable. There was music in the front courtyard, and we had to make our way through happy, sweaty, and some dancing, people to get inside. I had a good time. And when I left, I took the M2 bus from 104th and 5th, down to the Public Library and 42nd Street, where I walked to Times Square with company from AceTrace-ah via cell phone.
We're going to right the world and live. I mean live our lives the way lives were meant to be lived. With the throat and wrists. With rage and desire, and joy and grief, and love till it hurts, maybe....
"Bien Pretty", Sandra Cisneros
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honkeykong:
-you really think you could handle sinatra and my fine cooking in one night? the combination is too much for nearly anyone to take. lol. 
decedent:
hah, that part used to scare me so much when i was little, as did the part with the clowns taking the bike. there should be a large marge emoticon.