As much as I love New York and am still ecstatic to be living here again, I’d be lying if I said it’s a hard place to dwell sometimes.
On a rainy day when something has gone wrong with the subway, and there are no cabs to be found, crying seems like a perfectly appropriate response.
But we deal. And sometimes buy ourselves bodega flowers.
- This one involves spit
- This one involves a stranger’s penis
- I feel lucky [still]
So soon after Sandy, THIS.
The forecast called for non-accumulating snow in NYC (or so I thought).
I normally enjoy some snow, but now I’d just like to get back to normal.