Positively Bleecker Street
June 17th, 2004
Today I signed the lease on a studio apartment in the West Village for July 1. I am PUMPED. Granted, the apartment has roughly the same square footage of all of the mice I have caught and killed in my current apartment (if you laid their glue traps side by side on the floor). Oh wait. That’s actually pretty big.
Just to stick it to my current apartment’s management company, I’m laying down even more traps so that if they really want to show my apartment, potential tenants will be too freaked out to consider it. I am actually including this tidbit in the letter I am currently drafting, which states my imminent need to evacuate and includes a hotel bill for a two-week stay at the Waldorf.
Here I am, larger than life in my new neighborhood:
Is there anyone as self-obsessed as me? I dare you to provide me with a link proving so. (Hint: visit any other blog.)
The Wendy’s homestyle chicken strips are hit or miss. Tonight’s taste amazing, but maybe that’s because I paired them with a “spring mix” salad. With fries and a small Frosty they sort of lose their glamour.
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