Monday, November 30, 2009

I escaped...for a while

It's been a few weeks since I've updated the blog, but that's because I managed to escape this cesspool for a few weeks. Good lord did I need to get out here! I was in Punta Mita, Mexico for a week on business, then Syracuse for business/pleasure for a few days, then Massachusetts for Thanksgiving with the family. Punta Mita is a total paradise, even though it was work, my trip was filled with fabulous sunset cocktails, five-star hotel service and even a whale sighting. I got to see much of the Finger Lakes region of New York with my uncle. We had a great time driving from town to town stopping at farm stands for apple butter and cider, sipping apple vodka at a distillery and browsing through charming mom and pop shops. Thanksgiving was full of family food and more food and the obligatory trip to the outlet mall for some shopping. I've put the suitcase away and am staying put for at least a month so fear not! I'll have some horrid crap to write about soon.

Monday, November 9, 2009

I love kitties

Yappy dogs. Can't live with them, can't ship them away to Abu Dhabi (shout out to Garfield!). Apartment 1B has two of them and they bark from the second their owner leaves until she comes back home, even if it's for five hours, and more than once it has been. I wrote her a polite little note letting her know about the problem, unsigned of course out of fear she might want to cut me. Now, naturally, I harbored some anger for this girl because the dogs were driving me batty, but now I can say I pitty her. I pity her because I realized the dogs are driving her crazy too. Since I left the note, I've heard her several times screaming bloody murder at the dogs to shut up and stop biting (I'm hoping it's each other and not her). I'm thinking about writing another note, breaking the news to her that dogs don't speak English. You have to actually train them to not bark or bite.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Mmmmmm, tuberculosis

The sound of a dude sucking snot up into his head and then spitting it out on the subway tracks or sidewalk totally and completely grosses me out. The fact that I hear this noise at least once a day is another reason I am so over New York. And soon, it will be winter, and the sidewalk will be dotted with puddles of frozen spit and snot. At least the cold weather means I won't smell hot garbage every morning. Sigh....