Friday, August 29, 2008

Two more sleeps...

...and it's cohabitation central. It's going to be great, I think, but different from what I'm imagining living together will be like. I'm thinking of my parents, circa age 60 and their lunchtime salads and always having dinner together, watching Jeopardy together, etc. Not so much with us. Between jobs and school, we'll be like roommates. And that's good, because I know how to live with roommates. Poor guy, he doens't know that I'm going to make a chore wheel and put labels on all of my food in the fridge and hold meetings about cleaning and noise levels. 

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

A final kick in the pants

Goodbye, bastard stepchild of the MTA. Local trains don't actually have to go slower than express trains, conductors. Just more stops.

So, I'm finally moving away from the C and F train combo of doom, right? I'm counting down the days (3 more sleeps!) and thinking I'm going to get away without waking the sleeping beast of diarrhea-sick passengers and track fires...but no. This morning, I was on the train for a record 1.5 hours. But the most soul-killing part of it was the almost 15 minutes that we spent between Hoyt-Schermerhorn and Jay Street, in an un-airconditioned train car filled with at least 1000 passengers (don't argue with me). I'm a pretty sturdy girl, but even I felt a bit faint. As if I didn't get that the C train was giving me the finger, the woman standing beside me was fanning herself with a folded up newspaper and rhythmically hitting me in the face as she did it. I heard the sound of my will breaking (a damp splat, actually) and I didn't say a word.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Pain in my neck

Kali is coming for you.

To the a-hole who hit our car this morning near Jay St. and Flatbush, thanks. You left a piece of your car in the intersection in your hurry to speed away from the scene of your crime. I hope it was a crucial, expensive piece. I'm not wishing for your injury but who can argue with karma?