After being blown off today by yet another sublet prospect, my new plan is to stay at a backpackers joint while I’m in town. Since I’ve got so much family (or ‘rellies’ for my Aussie mates) located in a close proximity of the city … I shall bounce in between their abodes and a hostile on the Upper West Side during my voyage to get something popping as Writer Extraordinaire.
And to all the suckers that blew me off after bathing me in empty promises of a roof and walls… you SUCK! I hope whoever moves in with you always leaves dishes in the sink and never cleans the bathroom. Oh yeah and I hope they don’t pay the rent on the time either! AND I hope they have really bad b.o.
I wonder if I’ll meet any hot Europeans at the hostile? I’ve never actually stayed at a backpacker place before but I worked near one in Brisbane that consistently spilt hot South American chicks in frayed shorts out onto the busy, otherwise corporate looking sidewalks.
Here’s to meeting a new mob of international party people in the middle of New York City!! I wonder how many languages I’ll learn to say ‘Publish Me!’ in?
You forgot “and I hope they steal all your food from the fridge and don’t replace it!”