woke up in a soho doorway
Okay, first of all, I woke up this morning with Gold Digger in my head and second, I have an unaccountable urge to say "ten-four good buddy" and I do not even know what that means.
The DC Cherry Blossom festival has begun! The official sign of spring, say hallelujah - I am so tired of winter. The cherry blossoms are very pretty, unfortunately the tourists - who've descended on the city like a swarm of roaches - are not. Manners! Manners are important*. Not blocking the metro doors, or escalators - also important.
I am attempting to find another apartment. It's a long and arduous process in which perfect strangers offer me needless advice.
*...and I grew up to be my mother.
ETA: I left my umbrella at work yesterday and now it is raining. Suuuuuuuck.
The DC Cherry Blossom festival has begun! The official sign of spring, say hallelujah - I am so tired of winter. The cherry blossoms are very pretty, unfortunately the tourists - who've descended on the city like a swarm of roaches - are not. Manners! Manners are important*. Not blocking the metro doors, or escalators - also important.
I am attempting to find another apartment. It's a long and arduous process in which perfect strangers offer me needless advice.
*...and I grew up to be my mother.
ETA: I left my umbrella at work yesterday and now it is raining. Suuuuuuuck.