i recently received this comment on one of my posts: “Hey, there’s a couple of keys (one to the left of Z, one underneath “Enter” called…”SHIFT”. Learn them. Use them.”
zing! ooh, you got me, “doc”. my shameless abandonment of capitalization can go no further.
oh, wait, except for the scripting which converts all capitals into lower-case letters on my blog. that might get in the way.
i wonder if it’s going to be a problem? should i put a disclaimer at the top of the page warning new readers about the way i flaunt my disregard for capitalization?
I suppose I’ll have to drop you a line at your email address, which you listed as “not@given.com” to apologize for my offensive grammatical errors.
in a land of hauling your dirties twenty minutes by foot in the snow, there is nothing quite so rare and beautiful as having laundry facilities in your building.
i remember, before i moved to new york, when i thought it was a pain that i didn’t have laundry in my apartment. in fact, i even had an apartment that did have a washer and dryer. even so, laundromats weren’t even a big deal, because they just meant loading up the car so that i could do all of my laundry at once.
then i moved to the big city, and realized how good i’d had it. let me put it this way: last winter, i went out and bought new underwear to avoid lugging my giant laundry bag to the laundromat in the sleet.
that said, i can safely say that the best part of my new apartment is not that i finally have windows, or that there’s an elevator, but that there are five washing machines in the basement…and two dryers!
it’s amazing, perspective is.
Published on September 24, 2008
in the dish.
so i finally found a place to move in the craziness that is new york city. it seems completely super duper and i just can’t wait until next tuesday…because it’s the day after moving day. i never mind unpacking too much. it’s exciting to figure out where everything’s going to go in my new space.
but i’m not there yet.
at the moment, i’m right in the thick of the packing portion of my move. boo.
and can i just say wow? wow, wow, wow. i have a lot of stuff. now, i have moved eight times since i left the stability of my parents’ house in 2001. one would think that someone so nomadic would tend to stay mobile. one would be wrong.
i have two boxes of shoes. that’s the collection i can’t part with after i’ve gone through to get rid of what i can part with. i won’t even go into the clothing issue, but let’s just say that last time i moved, it took me three hours to move my clothes by myself. i know, i have a problem.
in my defense, a lot of my stuff is sewing and crafty stuff. that takes up a lot of room, has whole pieces of furniture to itself, and plus…i use it. but still, it seems a little much.
as i spend my second day off this week doing nothing but packing, i’ve come to this conclusion: anyone who needs more than one box of ‘miscellaneous’ when they move, just needs to cut down.
just in case any one of you stumbles across my blog and thinks it’s cool because it’s unknown, i’m writing you all a note. please spread the word through aloof word of mouth.
firstly, i’d just like to say that it’s so nice that you are a trust fund baby and your parents pay for everything. it’s really great that you therefore don’t have to work and have nowhere to be anytime soon. but i do. so get out of my way!
i also think it’s swell how concerned you are about our environment, but no, i don’t have a minute to talk to you about greenpeace while i’m trying to get to the subway to go to work (see previous). and your “i’m not a plastic bag” and “green is the new black” tote bags are super, and super (un)trendy, so it’s really too bad that you were too busy showing them off to read that sign about not locking your bike to the baby trees because you’ll kill them. but hey, killing baby trees is totally green, right?
lastly, to those of you who aren’t even genuine williamsburg hipster scum…to those of you who live in other neighborhoods and still plague this one with your presence - go home. you may be here to play, but i’m trying to go back and forth to work, and pick up groceries, etc. again, you are in the way.
oh, and ya’ll look stupid.
apartment hunting in nyc, that is. it’s unbelievable how difficult it is just to find a passable place to move.
and it’s reason #384 why i don’t heart ny anymore.
Published on August 10, 2008
in the dish.
Hey Folks,
In addition to the million other reasons why I never find time to write anymore is this:
mycathatesyou.etsy.com
my etsy page. check it out.
you tricked me. you call the flavor of these chewcaps ‘cinnamon’. i would have to say it’s more of a ‘delayed disgusting’ flavor.
Published on December 2, 2007
in the dish.
well, i spent all night at it (in the snow!) but it’s official - i’m all moved in to my new place! now, unpacking, that’s a different matter, but after work tonight i have a few days to just get settled in.
yay, brooklyn!
Published on November 19, 2007
in the dish.
okay people, this is exciting. in just four days, i can officially start listening to christmas music again. i’ve already dug up my playlist and put it on my ipod. um…i like christmas music. and christmas movies. and christmas shopping. and christmas time in general.
oh, and i’ve decided on my thanksgiving plans. i’m going to eat a pumpkin cheesecake. well, no, not the whole thing, not in one day, but that will be my thanksgiving dinner. it sounds like such a good plan to me.
i seem to be on a cat picture kick, but look what i found!
people actually read this?