So remember my whole complaint about the crappy bagging at my supermarket? Well the other night I had to run in to buy just a few things for the next day and as I turned the corner a giant rat ran by me and dove into his hole below the bread shelves.
SO THERE'S THAT.
No, I didn't complain to them because:
1. It's not like they'd get pitchforks and torches and chase him out.
or
2. They wouldn't care at all.
And those reactions would just make it even worse, if that's possible. I still bought the items because, let's face it, I've shopped there for the past two years but I did have rat dreams all night and I totally didn't eat any of the food I bought and just threw it away today. I just couldn't look at it without seeing his giant rat tail. I'm contemplating calling 311 and filing a complaint but since I've had the pleasure of experiencing 311 many an occasion since moving to this ridiculous corner I'm not in a rush to do that.
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Speaking of 'this corner' and Inwood in general. Why DEAR GOD WHY when it gets warm does Inwood have to become a third world country? I mean, it has its moments of ghetto trash and your standard NYC annoyances but when it gets warm Inwood really notches it up in the "we're not Manhattan cool AT ALL" category. The dirt bikes revving at all hours, the gigantic Latin asses balancing for dear life on spiky heels (not in a good way), the hordes of unsupervised children running amok on sidewalks and running into you, and clusters of young guys smoking weed right in the open because cops only care about the more affluent blocks. (Shout out to you, Hudson Heights!)
Things I'm looking forward to:
The day when I can make dinners without trolling the Internet looking for recipes and ideas. Just go to the store, buy what I need, drop it on the counter and go. I (sort of) enjoy cooking it's just that I'm not at that point yet where I know what to do without checking over and over.
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The day that I don't care, really don't care, that my husband hasn't heard a single word
I've said. I know that technically we're still newlyweds but we have lived together for 6 years and even though I can tell when he isn't listening it still pisses me off. Probably because when he speaks I actually tune at least one ear into him and that's all I'm asking of him. He tries to use the excuse 'You see me typing (reading, staring into nothingness, etc) you know I can't hear you" but I just can't buy that bull crap.
Your ears are there accepting sound into the canal. When your brain notices noise perhaps you should make the effort into paying attention to it. And don't tell me you don't notice it because you complain about all the other crappy noises that float into our apartment. So clearly, you do pick up on sounds.
There. Done.
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The day I can afford HBO so I don't have to figure out how to watch Game of Thrones at my parent's house. Especially since they have so much sexing in that show and I don't think there will ever be a day when I can watch girl on girl moaning action with my mom and just be okay with it. Weird. (And totally unnecessary HBO! It never happened in the book) But damn, the Jon Snow/Ygritte stuff better be awesome!
One last non-complaint thought (Yippee!)
I try not to recommend books because I'm always embarrassed that I don't read super intellectual stuff but I still like to share what I'm reading- as you've noticed. I have to say Alice Hoffman's
The Red Garden was really a great read. It was about these interconnected characters through the generations living in this tiny town in the Berkshires. It's sad and romantic and mystical and I zipped through it. If you think we have anything in common when it comes to books you might like it.
