Welcome to my life

Now that I am finally settling in and getting used to the areas here, I am already obsessed with this city. I haven't done anything major the past couple of days but I will share some highlights.

I finallllly can work the key. Now they neighbors will no longer find me in the non-air conditioned hall sweating trying to get into the apartment. I seriously think they all were beginning to think I was breaking in on a nightly basis.

I am currently stealing my internet because I can't get my cousin's to work because of an "invalid IP address" what the hell is that? I certainly have no idea. My thieved internet only works about 30% of the time, so I kinda need to do something about that.

When I walk Phyllis, I get the STRANGEST attention. No normal person approaches me. Most people who approach me don't speak English and in a heavy Spanish accent they say "OHHH weiner dog wiener dog! I want to pet the dog." Not to mention Phyllis doesn't particularly like any males, children, or any person of color. Really not assisting in my making of friends department. I did have this delightful trashy lady come to me started from talking across the street and saying "Oh look at the hot dog dog!" which sounded like "OHHH look at da hawt dawg dawg!" .. I can't get hawt dawg dawg out of my head. Phyllis hated her and growled.. props, P.

In order to truly fit in here, I am going to need a blackberry. I think Fergie created the phrase "so 2000 and late" particularly for people with the Voyager who are in NYC.. That's me, I am 2000 and late.

The only people who have talked to me outside of people I know, the doorman, the garage clerk, and other people Mindy knows are Spanish people and old people. I have like an old person following here. They tell me how beautiful I am and how they love my hair.. I mean I love old people (besides most of the Giant Eagle pharmacy customers) but how about tell your grandkids about me, grandpa.

Mindy, my cousin who I am living with, is moving out of her apartment. I have been put in charge of selling a lot of her unwanted designer clothes and all her furniture. I really have no clue what I am doing so this should be interesting. But our plan is to advertise and set up clothing racks in her living room and have an open sale advertising sizes 2-6 clothing and shoes. We'll see how I handle my new responsibility.

Naturally, I have another subway story. I was on the subway going to the Upper East Side, which if i moved here, I would defff live there. I looove that area.. much more families, flowers, real life other scenery. Anyways, I have learned to keep music in while on the subway. This way I can creep on people but if they look at me, I just look at the ipod and pretend like I have no idea what's going on.. perfect. So I see this drunken old man, standard in the subway scene, making his way through begging for money. Ignored. Then he leans against the doors of the subway car and OPENS THEM!?!?! he then proceeds to stand on links of the subway car. IT'S MOVING.. HE IS DRUNK. problems! This subway was also not the smoothest ride. I was sure I was about to witness a death. He started banging on the door of the other subway car. Luckily after a long 30 seconds of near-death for the drunk, he got on the other car. I love the subway.

I have been changing in my cousin's bedroom. Today, as enjoying the beautiful skyline view, it occurs to me... You retard, if you can see out, people can see in. If I don't start closing the curtains, I am going to be known as the naked girl. On the plus side, I can make friends with the old man in the tighty whities across the street who sits outside his apartment?

Well I am off for my first solo weekend in the city bc Mindy is away for the weekend. If no one hears from me, assume my subway experiences have gone downhill.