gah. work shmerk. what a couple of weeks.

and yes. i know that my images are missing. and yes. i know who to blame. cubiclegirl.

i know it looks like i am abandoning the whole diaryland thing. i'm not. it just coincidentally happened that cubiclegirl FORGOT to move my stuff AND we won a major industry thingy at work and it's been hell at the office.

plus, i don't know if you got the memo but it is SPRING finally and it is here in new york.

i love springtime. i loved it in arizona and i love it even more here.

what i continue to NOT love is the train. i swear, every morning, i just want to shout to everyone "I HATE THIS FUCKING CITY" because no one gets up. it makes me really sad because i tend to think of the people in this city as nicer than maybe they are. or maybe it's just neighborhood specific. like, when i am coming home, there are a few people who live in my neighborhood who recognize me and will work to get me a seat or will give theirs up. or in the morning, they will hold the doors for me or check in and see how i am.

but for the most part, at least on the F train. no one gets up. and it's frustrating.

so now i can say definitively that i have found one of the worst parts of the city.

not what people usually think of - grime, bustle, chaos, etc. but maybe the one thing everyone thinks is true is actually true.

maybe we're ruder than people in other cities once you get out into the faceless masses.

maybe...

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