everyone
betta. fellin betta.
Trying to decide what to do next was kinda drivin me a lil nuts there. Not that it's not still now, but there ain't shit to do about it this second. Everyone I know lives in NY now, almost... or like, so many people that it's outweighs enough that I can say "everyone". That's kind of pushing me in that direction, just because of "everyone". But I don't think I could live in NY. I'm not sure I'm cut out to get lost in the sea of people that is the largest city in the country. That just sounds kind of lame. Philly woulda been a way better choice, why doesn't everyone in BK move there instead? Even then I'd still be torn. Cause I don't think I'm going to go back there yet. At least, I'm not sure. I want to... I love my peoples. My "old school, we've known you for years and years" peoples. But I'm not sure if I'm ready to be that girl again. Can you sense my confusion? I can't get wrapped up in old habits and ways. I have zero self control, this has been established time and time again.
You know what's nice? Mornings in Philly, like the old city area, where the air is super cold from blowing in over the delaware; walking around endlessly windowshopping and parkhopping with T.... Rolling 30 deep to a show outta BK with long lost friends (family), afternoons in the parks of NY after a late breakfast and bloody marys.... Bike rides like 15-20 wide through the streets of Madtown, the haven of lush Spring Green (which speaks for itself). I have great memories of all these places. I love them all to the point of making myself kinda sick over which to choose... then there's the other, yet uncharted places.... damnit.
I think one underlying question here... is... am I city or country? I'm totally not sure. And I think I need something in betweens. Madison has suited me well in that respect, except for the incestual lifestyle people are forced to live for the lack of a better term, and the lack of more people. No doubt I'm ready to move on. This place feels like a wrung out sponge, the kind that smells a little funny, and you don't want to use it anymore in fear of spreading.. oh, I don't know e coli or something. Yup.
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In other news: I heard the most fantastic phrase the other day, depicting a style of dress... "like somewhere between *I don't give a shit* and *oh my god I'm so fucking stylish*". hahahahah. niiiice.
Trying to decide what to do next was kinda drivin me a lil nuts there. Not that it's not still now, but there ain't shit to do about it this second. Everyone I know lives in NY now, almost... or like, so many people that it's outweighs enough that I can say "everyone". That's kind of pushing me in that direction, just because of "everyone". But I don't think I could live in NY. I'm not sure I'm cut out to get lost in the sea of people that is the largest city in the country. That just sounds kind of lame. Philly woulda been a way better choice, why doesn't everyone in BK move there instead? Even then I'd still be torn. Cause I don't think I'm going to go back there yet. At least, I'm not sure. I want to... I love my peoples. My "old school, we've known you for years and years" peoples. But I'm not sure if I'm ready to be that girl again. Can you sense my confusion? I can't get wrapped up in old habits and ways. I have zero self control, this has been established time and time again.
You know what's nice? Mornings in Philly, like the old city area, where the air is super cold from blowing in over the delaware; walking around endlessly windowshopping and parkhopping with T.... Rolling 30 deep to a show outta BK with long lost friends (family), afternoons in the parks of NY after a late breakfast and bloody marys.... Bike rides like 15-20 wide through the streets of Madtown, the haven of lush Spring Green (which speaks for itself). I have great memories of all these places. I love them all to the point of making myself kinda sick over which to choose... then there's the other, yet uncharted places.... damnit.
I think one underlying question here... is... am I city or country? I'm totally not sure. And I think I need something in betweens. Madison has suited me well in that respect, except for the incestual lifestyle people are forced to live for the lack of a better term, and the lack of more people. No doubt I'm ready to move on. This place feels like a wrung out sponge, the kind that smells a little funny, and you don't want to use it anymore in fear of spreading.. oh, I don't know e coli or something. Yup.
*******
In other news: I heard the most fantastic phrase the other day, depicting a style of dress... "like somewhere between *I don't give a shit* and *oh my god I'm so fucking stylish*". hahahahah. niiiice.