I’d better do my obnoxious cellphoning now, then.
June 19, 2014
Radio City Music Hall
I’m not sure what it is that requires you to hammer loudly on my walls around midday most weekdays. Or why whatever it is has been going on for three motherfucking years. I got married, conceived a child, went through nine months of pregnancy, had the baby and watched him grow into a little boy and YOU’RE STILL HAMMERING. Whatever it is, you’re doing it wrong.
Also, you’re keeping my toddler awake when I have to fight him for every single nap. I hope you hit your thumb with your stupid hammer.
One bright spot in an insanely busy day: I saw the public sex couple again! In the same semi-private spot in the back of my building’s park, but this time they were just kissing and cuddling - too many other people in the park now that the temperature’s above freezing.
I don’t know whether to say “aww, their love is strong!” or “ewwww.”
The temperature dropped twenty degrees in a few hours and it’s storming like whoa.
One thing I’m really gonna miss when we move to Connecticut: we have never lost power in 8 years of living in the city. We’ve got a generator in our new house, but a generator just isn’t the same as “power outage? What power outage?”
You can mark it on your calendars. My sandals have come out, and they won’t be going away until October at the very earliest.
My child just refused to eat challah french toast.
I think he may have to stop calling himself a New Yorker now.