OMGOMGOMG EXCITING!!!
I was in an exceptionally good mood yesterday after work. I think a lot of it was that it was rain-ish...and I wore my rain boots. Well--my combat boots that my mom bought me that are trying to pull themselves off as rain boots. When she told me she was sending some to me I was excited because that meant I didn't have to shell out $50 to buy some myself. Okay...so rain boots are supposed to be adorable. They say "I wore these today because I don't want to get my dainty feet wet". Opening the boots my mom sent, I immediately heard "I wore these today so I can trudge through all the fuckin' puddles I want without being slowed down."
As barbaric as they are, it still makes me happy knowing I came to the day prepared. Sooooooo...I was in a kipper mood, and decided to walk home from work. Except I took a big detour, shopped for kitchen supplies (upcoming dinner partay sweeeet) at Surprise! Surprise!, walked down some of the east village avenues/through random, unchartered-by-me cross streets, made many mental notes to return to certain stores, ect. I wanted to get some ch-ch-cheddahhh at east village cheese but it was after 5 by this time and there was a line practically out the door.
ANYWAY, so now I get to the most exciting part of my story. Somewhere on 2nd ave I came upon this hole in the wall hardware store (SEXY), thinking I might stumble upon the aggravating mystery screw that keeps my windows from opening all the way. From there I thought I might find the corresponding myseterybit that would defuck mysteryscrew. Well I didn't see anything remotely similar, but I drew a picture for the adorable old asian woman working the store, and tadaaaa! She pulled out a bit from a dusty corner behind the counter, that looked very promising. Upon returning to Lafagette, I took off my combat puddle-rapers, and went to work at my windows. No luck....but after a full night's worth of rested body and brain, I woke up, grabbed some olive oil, a spoon, and my tools, and after some serious elbow grease and rawifying the palms of my hands, I succeeded! Both my windows AT THIS EXACT MOMENT are wide open in a double flip-off to NYU. fuckers.
As barbaric as they are, it still makes me happy knowing I came to the day prepared. Sooooooo...I was in a kipper mood, and decided to walk home from work. Except I took a big detour, shopped for kitchen supplies (upcoming dinner partay sweeeet) at Surprise! Surprise!, walked down some of the east village avenues/through random, unchartered-by-me cross streets, made many mental notes to return to certain stores, ect. I wanted to get some ch-ch-cheddahhh at east village cheese but it was after 5 by this time and there was a line practically out the door.
ANYWAY, so now I get to the most exciting part of my story. Somewhere on 2nd ave I came upon this hole in the wall hardware store (SEXY), thinking I might stumble upon the aggravating mystery screw that keeps my windows from opening all the way. From there I thought I might find the corresponding myseterybit that would defuck mysteryscrew. Well I didn't see anything remotely similar, but I drew a picture for the adorable old asian woman working the store, and tadaaaa! She pulled out a bit from a dusty corner behind the counter, that looked very promising. Upon returning to Lafagette, I took off my combat puddle-rapers, and went to work at my windows. No luck....but after a full night's worth of rested body and brain, I woke up, grabbed some olive oil, a spoon, and my tools, and after some serious elbow grease and rawifying the palms of my hands, I succeeded! Both my windows AT THIS EXACT MOMENT are wide open in a double flip-off to NYU. fuckers.