Honestly. |
New York, get over yourself. Yes, you are huge. Yes, the world keeps its fingers on your pulse. Yes, lots of people visit you every year, and even more watch you on television. Yes, one of your highli...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 06:23:00 GMT |
The best kind of people. |
The problem with being in like with someone is that every little thing runs the risk of exploding. When you are mega-busy and cannot see him, that's one thing. But when he is busy and cannot see you, ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Aug 2007 20:21:00 GMT |
Piece by piece. |
It has taken slightly over four months for my job to make me cry, but today it finally succeeded. After three or so months of being told that I take it well, that I'm the perfect sort of mellow to tak...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 17:54:00 GMT |
Like Im his mother. |
So he rode his bike down to the Slope to hang out, and we walked up to the park, chattering away about cousins and dogs and the city compared to the Midwest and being kind to moms and roommates who've...
Posted by on Sat, 18 Aug 2007 19:41:00 GMT |
Buck Up. |
The summer heat descended on the city long ago, and back before then, I'd heard that by now New Yorkers are cranky and awful and every sweat-dripping day is an agonizing defeat in the battle against t...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Jul 2007 16:31:00 GMT |
Oh, beginnings. |
On Day 1 of my new job, this is what I was told.
"There's no dress code here. Well, you do have to wear clothing. As long as you have something covering your body, you're fine. Just ...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 18:30:00 GMT |
For now. |
The city is cold this week, and occasionally the weather reports suggest a chance of snow. No one can say for sure what the weather is going to be, but we do like to discuss it. An easy silence f...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Apr 2007 20:18:00 GMT |
Just like I knew it would be. |
The thing about New York is that it makes me tired. People who aren't here want to know what I'm up to, what crazyfun city things I'm doing, how I'm living it up and making the most of it, and I wish ...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Jan 2007 18:11:00 GMT |
Not my best friend. |
Any man of mine who buys me a diamond will not be a man of mine for long.
Posted by on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 21:45:00 GMT |
Sayonara the car that I drive. |
Were I to believe in signs, then I might be inclined to take this evening as an example. After a lovely day of enjoying free wireless, making a quick buck by saving a life or two, and then chatting wi...
Posted by on Fri, 08 Dec 2006 22:24:00 GMT |
