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I do. As gross as it may be, it runs 24 friggin hours in NYC. It gets you literally everywhere in the city [or at least within two blocks of everywhere]. We’ll have to see how much love I have for the SF public trans system since it’s not nearly as convenient but of course phenomenal that it is as extensive as it is.
If I’m buying a weight scale online, there is no way that I’m buying one that says whatever imaginary human being [man-child] stepped on it previously is 118 pounds. I’m just not. I’m sorry. On the other hand, I will drop an additional $50 to buy the scale that reads 162 pounds. Because I WANT TO BE CATERED TO like that. When advertisers get lazy, I apparently spend more money.
Also: old habits die hard. I just keep going back and back and back to it. This thought is separate from anything else in this post. FYI.
In anticipation of not being employed in a month’s time anywhere, I bought a one-way ticket back to the Bay Area on Oct. 17th. I told people I could travel after that since my dad has been on the “you really need to relax so why not just take it easy and be unemployed and travel the world” kick and I’m of the mind that I should milk this phase for all it’s worth, until he starts yelling at me to get off my lazy ass and get a job and stop ruining him financially/ sucking the meat off his bones. So I’m nodding and saying “Sure! YES!” to trips to China, “alert me as to the status of your Barcelona trip”, “I’d be happy to play tour guide” to my grandparents for a few months through the continent[s] of EurAsia, suggesting detours to see friends in HK, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Cambodia, Australia, New Zealand, Fiji, Macau, convincing my friends it’d be cool to chill in some random European cities with my grandparents who, come 8 PM, want to be in bed, and will probably throw money at us to go hang out [c'mon, it could be fun/dangerous/retarded]….
Someone pinch me.
RE: All the high-collared dresses, sheath dresses, boatneck disasters coming up in the Spring 2009 RTW lines, I need to work out more.
Shit.
I haven’t been in NY in about a week and a half.
You know when you come home after a long trip and all you want is the comfort of being back?
Imagine you walk into your room and it looks like a clothes and toiletries and accessories bomb went off in it.
You plop your luggage down in the middle of it, take out your face wash and toothbrush, wash up, turn out the lights, and go to sleep.
In the morning, things look a little better. Sunshine helps everything.
You continue ignoring it all, you go to the gym.
This is my life, bobbing and weaving.
