Monday, May 23, 2005

operation: domestic

Suburbia really does not become me very well.

As I was wandering Fort Lee in what I have labeled my pregnant-Westchester-lady outfit (oversize polo oxford stolen from brother, jeans, flip flops), I stopped at a place to get iced coffee. For $2.25, I recieved a cup full of ice. I was then directed to go and pour myself my own iced coffee and milk. For $2.25?????? Fucking Jersey. And the guy who gave me the cup full of ice had been touching strips of bacon and so the cup was greasy. ewwww. Fucking Jersey. Absolutely nothing to do. I MISS THE CITY. Am tempted to maybe get an apartment after next year...the problem is, I'll be abroad all of junior year so...whatever. I don't know. I just hate Jersey.

However, I have commenced operation: domestic...I managed to hem my own pants today! Bonus points for being uber-domestic and using a sewing machine! But...minus points for that being the highlight of my day. As soon as I finish up this resume, I'm hitting up every store that gives the tiniest hint of possibly hiring me. I'm desperate for a paying job. Desperate.



"I'm convinced that George Lucas has been reading my blogspot."
Oh, Naima...as I'm writing this, you are immersed in hours worth of special features. Marveloussss.



p.s it was sam oh's bday today! he's 15, ahhh he's getting so old.
p.p.s SONDRE LERCHE, WILLIAMSBURG, JUNE 4TH, FREE. JUST INCASE YOU DIDN'T GET THAT, IT'S FREE. AND IT'S SONDRE LERCHE. IN BROOKLYN. WHO'S COMING.

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