I like being alone. Love it, actually, certain times. Love living alone; love going to the library alone; love walking alone (because I can go as fast as I want without worrying about other people’s short legs). But in general, in life, I don’t enjoy being alone.
Monthly Archives: November 2012
I’ve eaten breakfast for dinner before, of course. What parent didn’t think their kid would find mixing up meals delightful? But I’ve never made it for myself before. Why? This is not a popular notion, so don’t start spreading it everywhere. Promise?
Okay, here it is: I don’t really like breakfast. Read the rest of this entry »
In case my previous posts haven’t made clear just how exhausted I constantly am from working so much, let me make it unmistakable:
The jar of peanuts I was buying had clearly been on sale, but it rang up at full price–which was over a dollar more than the marked price. I let it go and left the store with my full priced peanuts. The end.
I can still hardly believe it myself. Read the rest of this entry »
I used to be kind of into delayed gratification. Apparently. Every year, I had a rule that I couldn’t listen to Christmas music at home (clearly I have no control over the music blasting from speakers on the lamp posts of an entire street in my neighborhood) or play it on the piano until December 1st. For no real reason. It’s not like I was raised that way–my mother decorates the entire house (including bathrooms) for the holiday as early as she can after Thanksgiving.
Aside from the addition of live music, this “bazaar” was pretty much like every other craft fair in the city: half of the vendors are fairly talented artists in some capacity; a quarter are people trying to make money selling you something you could easily make yourself; a quarter of the people have just shown up with whatever they found in their closet as they were cleaning it out last week.
Understand I’m not complaining. We need artists who are confident enough in their abilities and early enough with the rent check signed by their parents to come to these fairs and remind us of how we never had it quite so easy. They do us a great service by reinforcing the idea that the only difference between them and us is that they had the guts to bring this stuff to a public place and put a price tag on it. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m trying to be open-minded about Astoria–after all, I live here now. To most people who ask, I say it’s nice and cute and I like living there. Which is all true. But when it comes to restaurants, so far it just doesn’t live up to Manhattan. Some of it probably has to do with the fact that I really haven’t tried very many restaurants in the borough yet, but some of it is probably because of places like Petey’s Burger. Read the rest of this entry »