Le Travail

So I got a new job that is sort of kind of in Clinton Hill. (It's really in Bed-Stuy, but more on that later.) On Friday I went to look at some lofts about two blocks from my future place of work. They were okay, but reminded me of NYU dorms in that they were showing about 10 years wear and tear when people had only been living in them for two. But I loved the neighborhood. I was walking down the street, when a woman stopped me and asked what smelled so good in someone's front yard. It was Lily of the Valley. We both stopped and smelled the flowers until we walked to the corner and said good bye. Actually we wished each other a nice day. I couldn't believe I was still in New York.

Shut Up

Shut Up, tourist frat boys I saw at Magnolia who were "rapping" Lazy Sunday. You've never been here before. You don't know that you love these cupcakes, cousin. You're no better than those Sex and the City wannabes who get off that taupe colored tour bus and stuff their face with cupcakes till they can't fit into their jeans.

Shut Up, NYU. It's a library. I don't want to hear your conversation (on your cellphone!) about whether or not that Chinese girl was flirting with you by asking if you wanted to study this weekend. I don't want to hear you singing through the wall of my study cubicle. I don't want to hear your conversation in Russian.

Shut Up, Asshole on my roof who brought there dog up there for a whiz and won't be quiet. Hey! I have a great idea let's get drunk and yell! WHOOO!