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June 23, 2002
Who ever knew that life
Who ever knew that life in NY could be so complex? All the movies promised that if I stood against the backdrop of the Manhattan skyline, I would end up being some movie director or Wall Street guru. I simply assumed that once I got here, I would go through some unknown transformation, maybe a transmogrifier box, and come out the other side a hipster, or at bare minimum a cool intellectual. All that angst (I'm merely stressed occasionally), all that artistic/musical talent (I'm Pavarotti in the shower, drugged Ethyl Merman in the real world), and that look! Hipsters have that 'just had fun sex' look, the perfectly mussed hair, the rumpled yet perfectly coordinated outfit, the cool shoes, the man-purse. Even after four months here, I don't have that look. I don't even have hair, my ability to match clothes remains highly suspect, my shoes are clunky ass-kicking boots, and I don't like my new man-purse.
Some people have issues with man-purse nomenclature. For those with purse issues, feel free to call them courier bags. I wanted to call my new one a man-sack, but everyone kept looking at me oddly. I have a backpack, but I discovered that I keep accidentally killing smaller people on the subway when I turn around. However, I really don't like the new man-purse. With all the books I have to haul around for my math classes, the man-purse is around ten million pounds. My spine is beginning to curve, my wallet is rubbing apart, and I end up racking myself going down stairs.
A little bit of brilliance from our refrigerator this weekend. Give drunk people magnet letters, and see what happens: Pewbie Snizm, and Pusky Flart. Pure magic.
Posted by G at June 23, 2002 05:25 PM