Confusion
Call me old-fashioned, but, for the 18 years that my body has traversed this country, it has been a well-followed precident that having no money meant just that. Where did it change that "no" money actually condones the purchasing of a dehumidifyer, dresser, and new dish washing machine? I know that Lenin callled religion an opiate for the masses, ut this type of backward thought is an entirely new drug class altogether. Maybe, just maybe, this type of thought process goes along the line of spending to get out of economic depression?...fuck it.
I've had a more than lustrous week. Monday and Tuesday were both spent in pure anticipation of Wednesday, which was my FBLA trip date to New York City, which was spent in anticipation of Friday, which is when my Gram came down and we went "ramming" all day. NYC was a drag, to say the very least. There's something about torrential rain mixed with taxi exahust and persistently violating police and fire engine sirens that just says "Why doesn't FBLA check the weather forcast?" One point two hours spent on a tour bus, wet, to get from the bottom of Central Park at 57th street down to the Financial Disctrict is more than a little asinine, especially when the subway could get you the same place in less than one fourth of that fucked up time, and even dry your clothes in the process as you watch the A, C, F, and 3 trains shoot by in front of you and barrel on into the terra firma once again. I can't help but feel incredibly sympathic towards those who had no choice but to expeprience New York City for the first time in this more-than-perverse way.
Now I sit in Starbucks, on the 10th of November, and it's approximately 65 degrees fahrenheit outside. Couples sit with their grande peppermint mochas a venti caramel macchiatos on the outdoor patio as if it were fucking July, even though their beverages are bedeckt with festive Christmas colors and patterns. There is only one thing wrong with such a seemingly-harmonious scene...IT'S NOVEMBER, YOU FUCK. There should be hail the size of small cats and ice on the road thicker than the heel crusties of the Manor Care patients!! WHAT has happened to the Novembers of my childhood, the ones spent playing outside and eating [dirty] snow?! It is now only a remnant that has evaporated from my porous mind with the onset of global warming...but, HEY! I'd rather have a Venti Peppermint Mocha Latte sitting next to a palm tree anyway!
I've had a more than lustrous week. Monday and Tuesday were both spent in pure anticipation of Wednesday, which was my FBLA trip date to New York City, which was spent in anticipation of Friday, which is when my Gram came down and we went "ramming" all day. NYC was a drag, to say the very least. There's something about torrential rain mixed with taxi exahust and persistently violating police and fire engine sirens that just says "Why doesn't FBLA check the weather forcast?" One point two hours spent on a tour bus, wet, to get from the bottom of Central Park at 57th street down to the Financial Disctrict is more than a little asinine, especially when the subway could get you the same place in less than one fourth of that fucked up time, and even dry your clothes in the process as you watch the A, C, F, and 3 trains shoot by in front of you and barrel on into the terra firma once again. I can't help but feel incredibly sympathic towards those who had no choice but to expeprience New York City for the first time in this more-than-perverse way.
Now I sit in Starbucks, on the 10th of November, and it's approximately 65 degrees fahrenheit outside. Couples sit with their grande peppermint mochas a venti caramel macchiatos on the outdoor patio as if it were fucking July, even though their beverages are bedeckt with festive Christmas colors and patterns. There is only one thing wrong with such a seemingly-harmonious scene...IT'S NOVEMBER, YOU FUCK. There should be hail the size of small cats and ice on the road thicker than the heel crusties of the Manor Care patients!! WHAT has happened to the Novembers of my childhood, the ones spent playing outside and eating [dirty] snow?! It is now only a remnant that has evaporated from my porous mind with the onset of global warming...but, HEY! I'd rather have a Venti Peppermint Mocha Latte sitting next to a palm tree anyway!
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