This has turned out to be one of the busiest weeks of my life. That’s a total and complete exaggeration. But I have a lot of deadlines, and I’m feeling very fatigued, because yesterday, no one told me that it was a hotter day than usual in New York, so I rode my bike all the way to Chelsea from my apartment in Brooklyn. I thought it was hovering around 95 as usual, but it turned out to be like 107 with the heat index (what the FUCK is a heat index?). Mind over matter, and shit, I’m used to sweating. But I maybe should have tuned in when my body forced me to pull over in the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge, and buy an outrageously inflated $3 bottle of water.
Anyway, I’m drained, I can’t get out of bed. Boo hoo me, I’m so fucking busy.
To tide you over until I write Isabella Cruise’s account of what happened between Tom and Katie, here are a few things I’m interested in today:
1. I absolutely fucking hate shorts, but the other day, Caleb and I had to go to the Time Warner Express at Queens Plaza Mall to exchange our broken cable box for a new one. Why go to Queens? Because it was the only place open on Sunday, and there wasn’t a chance in hell I was missing a number of television shows that can absolutely be missed.
As we waited to be called, we stopped in a few cheap stores. H&M, Forever 21, American Eagle Outfitters. I’ve recently decided that I detest shopping, and since, have upped my buying. Girls shop more when they feel insecure about their bodies—ahem, fucking summertime—and I have to return almost everything that I buy because I am lower middle class, and don’t really have disposable income.
This post is getting really long, really fast, so I’m going to wrap it up.
I bought this pair of pink shorts at American Eagle Outfitters because they only cost $30, and they look decent on me, even though I have a ba-don-ka-donk. If you too have a ba-don-ka-donk, but would like to hop on the fucking shorts bandwagon, you might consider checking them out.
2. I am befuddled as to why no one I know has this haircut.
3. Last week, I went on a tour of four public pools in New York City—Red Hook, Degraw & Nevins, Brooklyn Bridge Park, McCarren—and was disappointed by all of them. EPIC FAIL MAYOR BLOOMBERG AND YOUR LEGACY PUBLIC HOUSING WORKS.
The McCarren Park was definitely the nicest, but apparently, it’s not very safe to go there. Among the hipsters sporting tattoos they will regret for the rest of their lives, once they (might never) become adults, are a number of hooligans, a few who have stabbed each other, beaten up police, or started riots.
Read all about it here! And thanks for the bread and circus, Mayor Bloomberg!