I was hollered at by the people who host my “shared server” because supposedly I’m sucking too much juice. What I don’t get is I pay two bills a year to have a “special” account, why would I have to upgrade?
FollowMeToNYC is officially out of control. I think I might need to appoint an organizer / web host translator. I am messy and confused, therefore both of these entities should prove helpful.
The week has been spent working. Working job, working apartments and working writing. I love what I do, I think I have an apartment and I scribbled a few stories yesterday.
I’ve also been playing tons with Peanut, of course. I think she will be very happy in the balconied Hell’s Kitchen abode I have been dancing backwards on my hands for over the past 48 hours.
I bathed today. This is more than I can say for the last four days of Thanksgiving Day Suck. I brushed my teeth. What more does the world want? I’m pretty cliche when I get smacked with dips of depression. I don’t eat. I don’t talk. Don’t shower.
I also shop. I’m not sure if that’s a cliche depression thing or not. It makes me feel better though, more than the not bathing part. And when I do shop, it’s for pretties. Coming from a house of five girls, I uniquely appreciate how the silk lining of a new dress slides over my skin.
Since I started my favorite job back in February, I’ve worn dresses every single day minus two because of unfortunate dry-cleaning delays. Both of these days different ladies smiled warmly with the mention of, “Pants? I’ve never seen you in pants.”
I don’t wear pants to work. I wear pretties. I was supposed to go to Philly on business this week, but poor Peanut is adjusting enough to life without her brother. I can’t leave her for two days at this point. Lucky for me, the best job in the world comes with the best boss in the world.
So I’m staying in New York City this week, all for the best because I’m going to move on Saturday. I don’t have an apartment yet. But as we have seen in the past, once I’m in the zone… it’s on.
I’m tired of lovers wreaking havoc on my zone. One midtown apartment coming up, watch this blog family.
I’ll be feeling normal in no time. Particularly considering my new pile of pretties.
While I must get off of the island of Queens and back to my beloved Manhattan, I need to say, living down the block from Chris and David has been divine. It’s funny the Universe “just happened” to plant me here while dealing with two events that will definitely be something brought up at 70th birthday parties… which happened to occur within an eight week period down the block from my best friends.
FollowMeToNYC is a creative processing ground which expresses individual ideas that often change with the tides. Naturally, these ideas do not reflect those of any of my employers, or anyone else you might see me wandering down the street with one day.