When the Elevator Doesn't Work and You're Holding 50 Pounds in a Suit Case.....
It's really fun. especially when you're semi-asthmatic. We also have a little person (who's reeeally little) living here, I wonder how she's getting round right now with the elevator out.
The room is kind of spinning. no joke.
I just got back from "Duh Islan' "
That's the stop after me going up to St. George. I'm Huguenot ("Hugenuts"/ "Huguhsnot")
then
That may be the one that crashed.
Here's what gives you a picture of the kinds of people on the ferry, and, you know, then there's me.......
I hate to say it, but, sometimes I fit right in.
"Howy I'wm Dawnnah fraam Tawt'n'vull (Tottenville). I own a deli, and a beggul shawp, everybaaady awn the Islan' lwykes Bagels."
At one point my mom and I were driving around. and I seriously knew I was home when I smelled the distinct smell of Garlic. I'm not joking. There are times that now, since the dump is closed, (and therefore doesn't smell like rotting garbage like it did every so often) it just reaks like garlic.
I'm not even trying to make fun of Italians or anything, that's just the way it is. We have a lot of fantastic pizza places.
My mom's little party was great. My dad did an excellent job. he did it all himself, and, I figured it was totally okay to say eff you to vegetarianism for a night and eat some ribs.
I don't regret it at all.
And it's really amazing to see, when in this world so many relationships end up in the shitter how devoted my parents are to one another after about 30 years. I hope someday I have a relationship like that. I think something like that can give each and every person a little hope.
I'm not saying that divorces are a product of people not taking shit seriously. Things just stop-- luckily we have reminders that sometimes it doesn't.
Anyway now I'm back in my dorm. Where I can walk around and such. I need to get newer, cleaner, nicer jeans for my job. Work tomorrow.
I'm really happy that now I can seriously start thinking about my tattoo.
Now to start seriously looking into artists.
So, yeah, Staten Island, Tattoos, birthday parties... I covered it all. Huzzah.
It's really fun. especially when you're semi-asthmatic. We also have a little person (who's reeeally little) living here, I wonder how she's getting round right now with the elevator out.
The room is kind of spinning. no joke.
I just got back from "Duh Islan' "
That's the stop after me going up to St. George. I'm Huguenot ("Hugenuts"/ "Huguhsnot")
then
That may be the one that crashed.
Here's what gives you a picture of the kinds of people on the ferry, and, you know, then there's me.......
I hate to say it, but, sometimes I fit right in.
"Howy I'wm Dawnnah fraam Tawt'n'vull (Tottenville). I own a deli, and a beggul shawp, everybaaady awn the Islan' lwykes Bagels."
At one point my mom and I were driving around. and I seriously knew I was home when I smelled the distinct smell of Garlic. I'm not joking. There are times that now, since the dump is closed, (and therefore doesn't smell like rotting garbage like it did every so often) it just reaks like garlic.
I'm not even trying to make fun of Italians or anything, that's just the way it is. We have a lot of fantastic pizza places.
My mom's little party was great. My dad did an excellent job. he did it all himself, and, I figured it was totally okay to say eff you to vegetarianism for a night and eat some ribs.
I don't regret it at all.
And it's really amazing to see, when in this world so many relationships end up in the shitter how devoted my parents are to one another after about 30 years. I hope someday I have a relationship like that. I think something like that can give each and every person a little hope.
I'm not saying that divorces are a product of people not taking shit seriously. Things just stop-- luckily we have reminders that sometimes it doesn't.
Anyway now I'm back in my dorm. Where I can walk around and such. I need to get newer, cleaner, nicer jeans for my job. Work tomorrow.
I'm really happy that now I can seriously start thinking about my tattoo.
Now to start seriously looking into artists.
So, yeah, Staten Island, Tattoos, birthday parties... I covered it all. Huzzah.
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I feel you on the broken elevator/heavy shit problem. Coming back up from the laundry room with four loads of clothes and having to negotiate six flights is no picnic.