Some Random Thoughts
Why is it that the street by my loft has become a magnet for abandoned mini vans?! In addition to the one I spoke of back in March, two more have since arrived in the last week. 311 moved one of them (or someone), but I am still waiting for the white mini van (seen above) to get towed away. That said, I managed to get photographic evidence and since have decided to catalogue more of my grievances with the neighborhood.
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Flip-flops in summer: GoodFlip-flops in New York: Bad
After wearing my flip-flops all day yesterday, I came home to discover that I had the dirtiest feet in all five boroughs. Cue some determined scrubbing with bath gel and a poof.
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Horrified by a chance glimpse of my ass on CCTV, I made a decisive strike in the escalating Ass Crisis: I joined the NYC Parks Recreation Center in Chelsea. Yes the fitness room is tiny, but the membership was $75 and I figured it was a good place to start. Too bad it's all the way in freaking Chelsea (W 25th and 9th Ave).While filling out the membership form, I came to the question where they asked who to contact in case of emergency. Even as a 26 year old, I still have to give pause to this question. I can't put my parents down; they live in Maryland. I live in a city of 8 million where I only know like four people, so who do I put down as my emergency contact?? Have I gotten to a point in life where my roommate is the best I can do for an emergency contact? Seems sad.
2 comments:
My Ass Crisis is also excalating. I have to start hitting the gym.
Also, I think the dirty feet might be worth it...NOTHING is better than flip flops once the weather changes. Okay, some things might be better, but I am not getting of that right now. So I will stick to flip flops.
Filthy, filthy feet.
Though I really want the cheapo gold colored flip-flops from Old Navy.
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