Back
So, I'm back from the Island again, after another Amazing Adventure in Retail. Maybe I should chuck in all of this higher education nonesense and rock the retail as a full-time gig.
Then again, maybe that's the worst idea in the history of ever.
I got to hang out with the notorious D.A.D. again... always a roarin' good time, and I got the added bonus of the brother coming down again from Boston. He's a good kid.
Now I'm back home in the too hot city, with two surly kittens (you'd be surly, too in head-to-toe fur.
I'm supposed to be working, but spent the majority of the day driving around outermost Queens in search of the "perfect" diner in which to start the day. (For today, it was on the corner of Myrtle and Jamaica Aves, in case anyone has a strong desire to keep track of my movement.) It's really the city's fault I waste so much time... if it were'nt for alternate side of the street parking regulations I wouldn't be in the car so often, and I wouldn't get lured away into quite so many grilled-cheese-and-thrift-shop adventures.
Then again, maybe that's the worst idea in the history of ever.
I got to hang out with the notorious D.A.D. again... always a roarin' good time, and I got the added bonus of the brother coming down again from Boston. He's a good kid.
Now I'm back home in the too hot city, with two surly kittens (you'd be surly, too in head-to-toe fur.
I'm supposed to be working, but spent the majority of the day driving around outermost Queens in search of the "perfect" diner in which to start the day. (For today, it was on the corner of Myrtle and Jamaica Aves, in case anyone has a strong desire to keep track of my movement.) It's really the city's fault I waste so much time... if it were'nt for alternate side of the street parking regulations I wouldn't be in the car so often, and I wouldn't get lured away into quite so many grilled-cheese-and-thrift-shop adventures.