Give It Away For Free
I'm high rolling with cash from my stereotypical Mahattan waiter job- OK maybe not so typical, after all, us having our own birthday song is really not considered Manhattan chic- and so things are simmering down.
I need to get a batch of buddies. My dear Allie comes back on the eighth, but I can't help but still feel deprived.
Been content the past few days. I'm going Martha Stewart and staining my floors and painting soon.
Bought an amazing 1950s antique dining set. Bought cute white, skinny cordurouy pants and a new sweater for tomorrow.
Been talking to random people on the trains. I've been alone. Marky's in VA. Dad's back in TX. It's fine.
It's weird though how sometimes you can tell people just make direct remarks to you because they're needing to talk to anyone just anyone, because perhaps they too have been alone all day. Today I expressed my feelings on a newspaper headline on my way to Saks; told the woman to have a good night once I stepped off. Felt nice. On the way back from Williamsburg, an old man and I laughed together at a crazy loud Italian woman on her cell phone going over the bridge. He goes, "At that volume, she doesn't even need a cell phone!" Told him to have a nice night once I stepped off of that train.
It's been nice. Relieving. Whatnot.
Marky's not back 'till Monday. In the typical vain manner of females, I got ditched for New Year's Eve plans with th eone fend who's in town. It's fine. I bought myself a ticket to dance to Rex the Dog's first North American appearance at the 14th Street Loft. Getting drunk for free. (Thank god for my celebu-friends.) Perhaps hopping on over to MisShapes later on. Who knows.
My quest is to enjoy myself all alone and pehaps who knows- perhaps it may become one of those nights where you find a brand new friend.
I need to get a batch of buddies. My dear Allie comes back on the eighth, but I can't help but still feel deprived.
Been content the past few days. I'm going Martha Stewart and staining my floors and painting soon.
Bought an amazing 1950s antique dining set. Bought cute white, skinny cordurouy pants and a new sweater for tomorrow.
Been talking to random people on the trains. I've been alone. Marky's in VA. Dad's back in TX. It's fine.
It's weird though how sometimes you can tell people just make direct remarks to you because they're needing to talk to anyone just anyone, because perhaps they too have been alone all day. Today I expressed my feelings on a newspaper headline on my way to Saks; told the woman to have a good night once I stepped off. Felt nice. On the way back from Williamsburg, an old man and I laughed together at a crazy loud Italian woman on her cell phone going over the bridge. He goes, "At that volume, she doesn't even need a cell phone!" Told him to have a nice night once I stepped off of that train.
It's been nice. Relieving. Whatnot.
Marky's not back 'till Monday. In the typical vain manner of females, I got ditched for New Year's Eve plans with th eone fend who's in town. It's fine. I bought myself a ticket to dance to Rex the Dog's first North American appearance at the 14th Street Loft. Getting drunk for free. (Thank god for my celebu-friends.) Perhaps hopping on over to MisShapes later on. Who knows.
My quest is to enjoy myself all alone and pehaps who knows- perhaps it may become one of those nights where you find a brand new friend.