Mine was fine.
Actually it was better than most. I neither, A. threw up, or B, cried
A red letter holiday all around.
I've been looking for some new living arangements lately, which is of course, obviously, hard. Harder still knowing that if i wanted to live in any other place, barring maybe San Franciso or LA, I would never find myself thinking:
"hmm, not a bad deal for 1200 a month, i get my very own lofted sleeping pod with 3 foot ceilings in a building with a dead christmas tree in the elevator on the south side of williamsburg by a vacant lot, fab."
NYC apartment hunting induces something like night blindness. All the sudden you find yourself considering things that any reasonable person would go wall-eyed about.
But my new plan is to "Think Positive." which i absolutely hate doing and think is for like, moms.
haahah however if i don't i'm going to end up A. Like that doggy B. completly friendless because everybody has to listen to me bitch and panic (bichnic, panitch?) about what is essentially not that big a D. But what can i say? I'm a Cancer, we are home centric
and our abdominals are sculpted. oh and go read Garrets blog.
http://neonriver.blogspot.com/
no it is not a blog about peeing...allthough there is a pee related story.
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