when i was buying you a drink, where were you?

so i guess it was kinda bad form to start a blog and then like disappear off the planet, huh? whatevers, y'all just reading this in hopes i finally have my massive nervous breakdown and LIVE BLOG IT or something. still in the starting-to-be-insane-making not-actually-happening process of making new apartment not so box-style, if you get my drift, plus started a new job immediately after my move to lovely bed-stuy. so, like, i'm busy. i take small breaks at tony, but it's like "normal employee" style breaks now, and not the epic "i hate this job and i will take almost single person who works here into their deaths in a fiery pit of hell given half a chance, even if it means sacrificing myself in the arson" type of "breaks" i was taking at my last job. also, for the most part, i'm avoiding every website i used to pop in on except facebook for the dreaded personal reasons.

but, i do feel guilty for like having such an awesome blog and then abandoning it temporarily and choosing life or whatever, so here, shit, a picture of some retards! having more fun than you are!



i leave you with this: last week (maybe? maybe it was this week? i don't even remember these days), i was going down the a/c/e entrance at 35th. there was an elderly black man leaning against the rail, right above the stairwell, smoking a cigarette and staring off into space. another black man, approximately the same age as the first, comes tearing down the stairs behind me (well, as much as a 70-year-old man can tear). he looks up as he's running and starts laughing, and then yells up to the smoking man, "au revoir!" which was weird enough, except the smoking man looked down, obviously recognized the faux-frenchy, and replied, "oh shit, no you did NOT!" then they went about their separate ways.

i don't know, i just love the idea that "au revoir" was an in-joke they had in 1943 and they're still going strong with it.