Holy hell, stop the presses-
Amazingly, for maybe the first time in history, there is an incredible singer/guitarist in the Metropolitan G train station. His voice is beautiful and his songs sounded original…. I hope this is a recurring performance. If he had been on my side of the tracks I would have tipped him for sure! Let’s cross our fingers he is a permanent replacement for the usual suspects, who all...
fierce and sweet bake off! →
I kind of want to enter… but will probably just attend to eat baked goods… Who’s in?
Rene: Imitate a cat puking.
Leo: [makes puking noises]
Rene: [holds up a flier with imitate a cat puking printed on it] It's the name of a band.
Well, Meg, do you think its H1N1?– My Mom, perfectly calm
Even though I’m in a terrible mood because the weather is ugly and I have a bad cold and boys are the absolute pits and I’m wearing leggings with holes in them and I feel fat (probably due to the god forsaken leggings even though I chose to wear them, probably because I want to be miserable) and broccoli and stella are stir-crazy and I don’t have internet or cable at home and...
what a difference a decade + can make
When I was in middle school I really liked lesbian music. It never occured to me to be a lesbian but middle school was filled with angst and it was like 1998 or something and there were a lot of angry women singing in 1998, so many that Lilith fair was created so they’d have someplace to gather and sing and complain about boys and social injustice. prob my favorite anthem of this period was...
for the record, i was not wearing mardi gras beads...
Murray Hill Idiot: can you give me directions to bourbon street?
Me: Excuse me?
M.H. Idiot: Well, you're wearing that necklace.
Tonight on the L
I was literally just almost trampled by a guy doing the “moonwalk” throught the entire length of the L train. He was terrible. I was holding on to a middle pole and he didn’t care. He moonwalked through and then like 5 min later he moonwalked back. He was the PITS at moonwalking, and at life.
Really, G train?
The xylophone? Really? That’s the best you can do for me?
Why does this horrible man always sing “dream a little dream” in the metropolitan G station? Seriously, every day. My dad got to experience it when he visited last week, and agreed whole heartedly that this man might be the worst subway performer in the universe.
The little “Train of Thought” feature on several different subway lines. Today on my 6 train it was a line from Kafka’s Metamorphosis.