I feel the same.

So I woke up today around 1pm, after going to bed around 9am. I couldn't find my wallet anywhere. Fuck. Finally 21, and I lose my ID on the first day. I was really pretty pissed off. And then I start to put pieces of a strange puzzle together, and I begin to realize I couldn't have lost it. I used it to pay for a taxi home. And then before going to bed at 9am I took my debit card out to set up a new itunes account. I had it before I went to bed. I tear my bed apart, no luck, dig through all my clothes, no luck, and then bam! It hits me. I know where my wallet is. But it doesn't really make sense. I remembered that in my extremely drunken state I was worried that someone was trying to steal my wallet, while I was alone in my room. So I hid it in a box of tissues on my bed side table. I don't know.

I'll be home when the good feeling dies.

That time is around 7am.
Summer time is back in New York, it's close enough anyway. After a long winter absence, the late night/early morning hangs are back. And after last night, I have decided to foot the bill to cancel my T-Mobil contract early, and get my iPhone working 100%. Seriously, what can't that phone do?

Between tracking down the after hours spots, getting directions, and calling a car, it's really not so much a phone, and more an event(adventure?) planner.


I have a feeling the famous balcony hangs from last summer might be a no go this time around, but surely other fun hangs will present them self on a regular basis. Need some friends with roof access.


After all the flashing lights of table top arcades, and jukeboxes tunes die off, I am still reminded just how lonely this city can be. Even with all the 24hr fun, it seems everyone I know, myself included, is still stuck in that winter mood. I'm hoping rooftop BBQs, bocce ball, and bag toss in the park can cure that, if not that all nighters. But I'm not so sure, it's all very temporary, you still wake up the same the next day. I think I'm realizing this recession is hitting more than just my pockets.

This a feel good entry though, I do love me some city summers. And I'm looking forward to all the fun I know I will have this time around. I'm only hoping with the new season things take a turn for the better on more than just a night by night basis.

Question:

Why is it that hot dogs come in packs of 10, and hot dog buns come in packs of 8?

What are you supposed to do with the other two hot dogs?

Someone in the hot dog industry is a real dick.

Twice a week.

I have recently started to eat cereal again. This might not seem like a big deal, at first anyway, but it is. I took a few years off cereal. I'd say I haven't been a serious cereal eater for the better part of 7 years. Before that time I ate cereal every day, mostly, and I can't say why I stopped. I'd tell you if I knew, but it's just that one day I woke up, in the house I grew up in, and didn't want any cereal. My life has changed dramatically since that day.

I was growing up, things were changing, and then I discovered toast, with butter and jam, not marmalade. I have a strong dislike for marmalade. I do, however, really enjoy toast. I love bread, I have a mild obsession with it. I like white bread, and I do not like any other kind of bread. I believe the correct flavor of bread is the flavor that comes from white bread, everything else is a mistake. I don't like things to be in my bread, I don't like 7 different grains in my bread, I just like the white one. This had made my shopping very difficult. Day to day it grows increasingly harder to find white bread. Everyone is eating bread with other shit in it, for their health or something, but mainly because wheat bread is hip. I eventually saw that they carried white bread down the street, at natural grocery store, for a jacked up price. Every week or so I would trudge down there, in the opposite direction of the rest of my groceries to buy over priced white bread. This stubbornness has really become a part of who I am, I grew up on white bread, and I will change for no grain.

From there I hit a pretty serious bagel obsession. I view bagels differently than I do bread, I do not mind things in, on, or around bagels that would not normally be there. I like onion bagels, mostly I just really like onions, and can usually find a way to put them in any meal. In this case they top my bagels, I've also been known to put a slice of red onion on my bagels, with cream cheese and tomatoes. At one point, not too long ago, this was my regular breakfast after work. I'd walk town to the Cafe Duke on Mercer St., just past 7, and I wave hello to the man behind the counter as he knowingly prepared my bagel. I'm classy like Sunday mornings, with Bloody Marys and bagels. I'd have to say my favorite bagel is the spinach and cheddar bagel. Tough to find, I don't think many places make them, but they are delicious. This was a staple in my weekend work days for a while, arriving at work with a sever hang over, a spinach and cheddar bagel, and a XXX Vitamin Water would set me straight again.

I've taken a long journey through the evolution of my breakfast habits over the years, and I hate to have been misleading, as the point of this is really all about milk. Years ago, when I stopped eating cereal, I stopped consuming milk. Instead I drank OJ with calcium. Orange juice is arguably better than milk anyway. But now that I have started drinking milk again, both in my cereal, and even just a glass I find myself going through a lot of it. I started off slow, only buying half gallons. I soon found myself buying one every couple of days, it became clear that a half was simply a fraction of the amount of milk I truly needed. Today I made the obvious decision to buy a full gallon, as to save myself some trouble. This is where trouble hits. Upon seeing that I bought a gallon, Sean suggested that we share the milk, and take turns buying it. Well, thats great an all, except that I bought the gallon because I need a gallon to support my milk drinking habits. A half a gallon doesn't do it for me anymore, and if my childhood math teachers were good to me, sharing my gallon of milk would put me right back where I started. Sure it would still be a gallon, but I'd still only get half of it. I simply just can not do it. Maybe in the future, when my cereal kick slows down.

Mornings, early early early.

My overnight schedule constantly screws my weekends up where I end up getting up around 6AM. So, I have a lot of early mornings. Today I went out and bought some eggs, black beans, cheese, onions, and mushrooms, and had a pretty good breakfast. Also, as seen above, I'm watching Big. On my new TV. We picked up that sweet table it's on around the corner at a used furniture shop. We also got an end table that was part of the same set, and a nice coffee table that you can almost see in the above picture.

While I'm at it, let's see some other things in my new apartment. Up first, we've got "Big Blue," our big blue bookshelf. It's in our living room area, between the windows, and holds some of our most treasured items: Comics, more comics, records, movies, and hardcover books. You might also notice the mini fridge, that has been in the family since Sean went to college. It continues, years later, to keep beer and snacks cold, and close at hand.


Up next, we've got another picture of "Big Blue," and the window on the other side of it. You can see the coffee table, it's nice, I like the piece of glass as the top. There is a rug under it too. Yeah, that's right, a rug. There is our couch too, it's brown, and it's comfy. At the end of the couch, you can see a box, below the window. It is sitting on the end table I mentioned before, it's our record player. It obviously hasn't been set up yet, it's still in a box. We need to buy a pre-amp for it, and some speakers. But still. I'm digging the new place.


Also, Big is a really great movie.

Listen Sweetheart,

It was late night on Mercer street, and people were out bar hopping in full force, despite the rain. I was surrounded by drunk girls, and drunk guys trying to take them home, but it beat standing inside; the time moved faster out with the excitement of the street.

A taxi crawled to a stop in front of the entrance, and I approached to get the door, pausing to let the occupant finish paying. I was then confronted by a girl, and her boyfriend, from the street.

"We're taking this taxi," say's the dumb girl, like the taxi is literally hers.

I turn to her, sort of confused, "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I was waiting down the street for this taxi, it's ours. We're taking it." She is the queen of the world.

This is not how taxi's work. You get there first, you get it, sometimes that sucks. You don't get dibs because you were waiting first, just somewhere else. And you don't get it because you are a girl, who has apparently never heard the word no. As it happens, I wasn't even taking the taxi, so it didn't really matter. Had I been getting in, I would have promptly told this bitch to go fuck herself.

I look up to the boyfriend with a look that asks, "What the fuck?" He is trying to explain that I'm clearly in a bellhop uniform, and am just getting the door, he is also trying to say he's sorry, she won't let him speak. I take over.

In my head, Listen, bitch, what the fuck do I owe you? You aren't even that cute, piss off.

Out loud, "Listen, Sweetheart, I'm not taking the taxi, I'm getting the door. Chill."

"Well, good. Cause we're taking it. I just had to yell at someone else because they stole another taxi from me, and they wouldn't give it up. We had it first. But this one is ours." She knew she was an idiot at this point, but didn't want to let it on.

"Someone didn't give you their taxi, I can't imagine why." I was glaring at her, "You're such a nice girl."

I got the door, and unintentionally, maybe subconsciously, slammed it. I seriously almost lost my shit on this girl. It was day five of working overnight, and moving to my new apartment all day long. I was super stressed, and really pissed off. I swear, I wanted to hit this girl in the mouth.

I kept my cool though, for the most part. I don't even think she fully understood I wasn't actually being nice to her.

Facebook.

It runs lives.

I wonder if now, because of Facebook, people don't decide to be in exclusive relationships anymore. You meet someone, you date, and then comes the point where one used to have to decide to take it to the next level. I think now it works like this: there is a chance meeting, possibly some sparks. A given amount of time of continued meetings, like dinner, or drinks, or bed. And then, comes the time, where one, probably both, changes their Facebook status from "Single," to "In a Relationship." And then every person on their friends list gets notified that this is the case, with a nice little heart to symbolize the love that is being expressed via the interweb, and then there is no longer the need for any confusion on anyone's part.

And on the other hand, no one really needs to break up anymore either. One of the two people coming together to join forces "In a Relationship" could just simply change their status back to "Single." And everyone, once again, gets a notification saying so and so is single. Possibly meaning, if the other hasn't logged on yet, that everyone else knows before him, and that could lead to some great confusion. Shit.

The end.