Happy September. It's really hot in this station. Bleh. Ann bought these sandy yellow ballet flats that she wore once and are too big, so she gave them to me. They're snug, but comfy. and once they're really broken in, they'll be great. except they provide little arch support--anyway--i bring them up only beause they're they same color as the dirty side of the yellow I-beams holding the station up and I thought that was funny.
Where the hell is this damn tr--never mind, there it is. took ya long enough.
God damn weekend trains. They fill up AND they run local. in the words of Lieutenant Dan, "Goddamn Bless America."
I was watching the frugal traveler on NYtimes.com this morning and it really made me wan take a road trip. ... or just cali would be nice ... :)
(Choice of major + your Effort) x NY SCAS = successful career.
But then, of course, (C + E) x NY SCAS - (final + hangover) = job at burger king...
I have no idea what will happen in the next few days to come. Each scenario has its pros + cons. Neither one is worth hoping for the other. We shall see.
I need to just take all the contacts from my computer and phone s from my phone and make an actual address book. Because technology seems to hate me and I'd like to beat it at its own game.
Ew, we're the ONLY local train? gross.
This is bad. I'm falling asleep on the train....
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