Writer? You wanna be an alcoholic?
Now that I’m in NYC, everyone asks me why I moved here. Well, I’ve always wanted to. Ever since I was a teenager I thought about living in the big city. In NYC I could stay up late and have plenty of things to do. I could go to Broadway shows. And I could see… Read more Why I Moved to NYC
This weekend, rather than go outside in the 90 degree heat, I decided to finally put together my kitchen table and stools. I’m still recovering from going through the stages of putting together furniture. Stage 1: Feeling overconfident. Toolbox? Check. Box cutter? Check. Glass of water? Check. Let’s do this. Stage 2. What are this?… Read more The Stages of Putting Together Furniture
Between work during the week and visitors on the weekends, I haven’t had a chance to write. So with that shitty excuse, I give you a list instead. A man screaming in the street in broad daylight, butt naked. A woman pushing a stroller and drinking a beer, without pants on. A man pissing on… Read more Things I’ve Seen in NYC so Far
My boyfriend flew out to NYC from Michigan last Thursday to visit me for 5 days. He’s not a big fan of NYC. We took a trip to NYC about a year and half ago and stayed in a hotel in Chelsea. It was loud and crowded, of course. And it just got louder and… Read more I Ate My Way Through New York; Someone Get Me a Vegetable
More Hamilton titles. I can’t help it. I almost had a panic attack and Hamilton brings me back to a happy place. The reason for my near panic attack was an article in Lifehacker titled “What It Feels Like to Die”. I only got a few paragraphs in before my chest tightened and my face… Read more When My Time is Up, Have I Done Enough?
Yeah, that’s a Hamilton reference in the title. But no, I didn’t not choose an apartment in Harlem because of the Hamilton reference. Out of all the neighborhoods I looked at, it was the only one that made me feel somewhat at home. I recognized the music coming from radios: Slick Rick, Deborah Cox, Ice… Read more I Got a Little Place in Harlem and I’m Gonna Figure It Out
I check the news to see a white supremacists rally where a person was murdered. Seriously, white dudes in America? Do you really have it that hard? Looking at this picture of all the US presidents, I’d say, no. It seems that many of them were upset about a statue being of Confederate General Robert E. Lee… Read more Playing the World’s Smallest Violin for White Supremicists
On Saturday, I went all over upper Manhattan looking for apartments and didn’t find a thing. But along the way, I did see beautiful parks in Inwood, old school brownstones in the Upper East Side, and a naked man in Harlem. So it wasn’t a total bust. I’m being a bit picky at this stage… Read more 3 Trains, 2 Taxis, 20,000 Steps Later, and Still No Apartment
As I mentioned in a previous post, I just moved into a temporary apartment in NYC. I have to be out of the apartment that I’m currently in in 30 days, so I’m still looking for a permanent home in the city. I knew that the prices were going to be rough and I made… Read more Apartment Hunting with White Guilt
For a few years now, I’ve starting forming breaking news stories around my death. Maybe it’s due to the lack of gun-control in America or that fact that I have no problem telling people exactly what I think about them to their face, but a lot of the time it ends in me getting shot.… Read more Breaking News: Blogger Can’t Stop Thinking About Bus Hitting Her