ahhhh
I had such a bad experience today. I almost wanted to have a mental breakdown on 34th street, but I couldnt. The experience just made me realize even MORE that I need Santa Maria.
So I've been really sick lately for reasons. I mean dead ass sick. I was so dehydrated my doctor made me be admitted to the ER. I was put on IV's and such.
Regardless, I havnt gone out in a long time because of said sickness.
I had an okay weekend, didnt throw up once. Quite an achievement.
SO today. Labor day. I decide, not only am I going outside, but I decided to head to 34th street to the huge foot locker with peeps from my block. The subway wasnt so bad but once I got there I was in hell. So many stupid people. The stupid hot dog stands outside made the entire place smell. So the hot dogs mixed with tourist perfume made me so sick. I knew I was going to barf. A few girls from the block work there so Im frantically searching so I can BEG to use the bathroom. No luck. I had to ask some random person who worked there and he said the bathroom is for employees only and that if I have to puke just do it outside in the gutter. YEAH on 34th street. Filled with tourists. At one point I felt I had no choice, so I run outside, but i couldnt do it. So im almost in tears and I ask a few other stores close by, they all turn me down. I ask them for a bag. Not without a purchase. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I told them the reason Im sick. So it wasnt like i have the flu, and yet they still thought i should just go outside. I was so upset and just pissed. I need to go home. So i just left, I figured it would probably take me 45 minutes to get home. So i ditched everyone (and that might have been bad not even saying i was leaving, but i couldnt handle it anymore). So I reached hoyt.schermerhorn station which is 4 stops from home and im waiting for my train and i realize i CAN NOT make it. So i run upstairs to one of the little booths that sells shit in the subyway and plead with teh guy for a bag. He happily gives me one. Figures brooklyn is better than NYC. So I had to puke in front of everyone. There was no place I could go that didnt have traffic. I was so upset and embarassed because I knew people probably thought i was drunk or something. I hated it. I got home and went to bed for.. 4 more hours.
I hate new york.
I love the red jumpsuit apparatus though, theyre fun.
So I've been really sick lately for reasons. I mean dead ass sick. I was so dehydrated my doctor made me be admitted to the ER. I was put on IV's and such.
Regardless, I havnt gone out in a long time because of said sickness.
I had an okay weekend, didnt throw up once. Quite an achievement.
SO today. Labor day. I decide, not only am I going outside, but I decided to head to 34th street to the huge foot locker with peeps from my block. The subway wasnt so bad but once I got there I was in hell. So many stupid people. The stupid hot dog stands outside made the entire place smell. So the hot dogs mixed with tourist perfume made me so sick. I knew I was going to barf. A few girls from the block work there so Im frantically searching so I can BEG to use the bathroom. No luck. I had to ask some random person who worked there and he said the bathroom is for employees only and that if I have to puke just do it outside in the gutter. YEAH on 34th street. Filled with tourists. At one point I felt I had no choice, so I run outside, but i couldnt do it. So im almost in tears and I ask a few other stores close by, they all turn me down. I ask them for a bag. Not without a purchase. ARE YOU KIDDING ME. I told them the reason Im sick. So it wasnt like i have the flu, and yet they still thought i should just go outside. I was so upset and just pissed. I need to go home. So i just left, I figured it would probably take me 45 minutes to get home. So i ditched everyone (and that might have been bad not even saying i was leaving, but i couldnt handle it anymore). So I reached hoyt.schermerhorn station which is 4 stops from home and im waiting for my train and i realize i CAN NOT make it. So i run upstairs to one of the little booths that sells shit in the subyway and plead with teh guy for a bag. He happily gives me one. Figures brooklyn is better than NYC. So I had to puke in front of everyone. There was no place I could go that didnt have traffic. I was so upset and embarassed because I knew people probably thought i was drunk or something. I hated it. I got home and went to bed for.. 4 more hours.
I hate new york.
I love the red jumpsuit apparatus though, theyre fun.