Sorry for the lack of updates.. but been doing a lot [maybe too much]

I finally got amped .. to buy a bed, furniture, paint [coming by next week], the whole nine. I’m doing anything and everything to make NYC feel like home. First thing.. I found a bed.. all the way in Brooklyn.

I don’t have a car. Everyone I know in NYC is on vacation,works daytime, or moved out of the city. So needless to say.. I had to get my ass to BK, get a damn U-Haul, drive back to Manhattan [ with a bunch of road restrictions since its a commercial truck], unload the bed that I loaded up my damn self, thank God I found these Mexican dudes who work my building, gave em $20 to get it up 5 flights of stairs, only to get in to find out that in the process of moving the bed…I lost 3 major screws for the bed.. so now it just does not work.[ its listed on craigslist.com if you know anyone that wants it.. I’m too lazy to go to the damn hardware store.. ]

*sigh*

then I headed back out [ in the u-haul] to go get these dressers [3 total] and I loaded them up again by my damn self… it was late, so no amigos to help me unload, so here I am, in the snow, unloading 3 dressers, and working my damn hardest to get em in the building, sweaty, like a dumb ass, I take my jacket off, and of course I catch a cold.

Fever up, coughing, sneezing.. yuck.

Had to wake up this morning to take the damn U-haul back to BK, but you cant drive a commercial truck on the FDR or the Highways, or certain bridges, so imagine me trying to find my way around the city in hopes of running smack into the Manhattan bridge to get me over to BK…

SIGH* These are the moments and only these moments when I will be your typical girl and say this

“I need a boy”

But I’m proud of myself.. did it all by my damn self… even found my way back and forth driving to BK [ what you have to understand is, if you live in the city, and your always on the train, you have no sense of direction because you are always UNDERGROUND.. so everything looked mad unfamiliar….]

My life is a fruit salad.

I left the comfortable life for this unbelievebly , horribly, difficult, somewhat sadistic lifestyle. Like im trying to make up for not struggling as a child….maybe subconciously I feel like I was too privilaged, and this is my way of earning my stripes?

Nah, thats dumb. I got mad stripes.

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Posted at : December 19th, 2007 - 9:53 pm
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