southside not so bad
i haven't been to greville st at all this time. i hustled over there for a derishish sushi lunch and thought, i must come back and go shopping on one of my next days off. i forgot how much i liked it.
i haven't been to greville st at all this time. i hustled over there for a derishish sushi lunch and thought, i must come back and go shopping on one of my next days off. i forgot how much i liked it.
at a new temp assignment. lo and behold, coolass office (with playstation thingy, ping pong tables, etc.. and sweeeet kitchen set-up). and full of young people. and guys! man i wish i'd been working here all along.
i don't know what it is about this country, but there are sooo many fucking flies. they don't act like normal flies, either. they really really want to be on your face. up your nose, on your mouth, in your ear. in fact, they will follow you as you walk down the street trying to get on your face. i am constantly whishing the air in front of my face and cursing.
and i mean, omg. i believe i just smelled the results of a colostomy bag, and if that is what i have to smell for the next month, i think i might want to die.
i just found out a guy from my ny msgboard died in a biking accident a few days ago. i didn't know him really, just crushed from afar. he was really well-loved and i'm kind of shell-shocked. is crying over someone you didn't really know weird? maybe i won't get a bike in brooklyn. or maybe i will get a rad helmet. the police report is totally fishy. just another biker death right?
the other chick in my house is moving out this weekend, and a guy is taking her place. that means i will be the only girl amongst 4 guys. can i handle it??
of answering the same fucking questions:
i guess honesty counts for something