Random things:
Today was:
dismal
dank
wet
New York City smelled like a damp dog from all the rain today.
The old lady who lives in the bottom floor apartment next door (and spends all her time staring out the window at people walking by) is apparently quite charitable and has become known as the local Goodwill-that-isn't-a-Goodwill. She disperses donated items to her friends and family who need it.
There's some guy living in the stairwell next door. He's been there over a month now. His possessions are:
an ashtray
two books
cigarettes
a lighter
shoes
I always see his things lying around, along with copies of the latest newspapers.
I feel like asking him -- do you pay rent to live in a stairwell? Because it's totally illegal. And then I feel like telling him -- it's against the law for a reason.
My roommate's cat won't shut up. Meow, meow, meow.
She needs to install a mute button in him.
It's almost my birthday and I'm not sure if I'm happy or dismayed about it.
I've been eating way too much chocolate pudding lately.
The grocery store in my neighborhood stocks three kinds of chocolate puddings.
2 comments:
Well, *I* think your birthday marks something worth celebrating. :)
To be clear- in that I'm glad that you're around even if I'm completely slack and don't say much of anything for months...
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