Our brains leak out of our ears a little more with each passing day. It feels so good.
Given that NYC trash is a big problem that we ship off to other people, its important to remember that its perfectly fine to grab gently used items.
“It’s the little disgusting things that make you wonder if you miss a place.”
“I don’t want a goddamn tortilla-wrapped egg.”
In New York: “I’m stuck at work” means the person is actually swamped with work. In L.A.: “I’m stuck at work” means the person doesn’t want to see you.
Some have had to undergo brain surgery to have a portion of their brain removed.
Whether you’ve been in New York for 3 minutes or long enough to be angry at an upstart puddle, here are six books that are, subjectively, quite excellent portraits of the Big Apple:
“Street meat” isn’t a term for male prostitutes.
When you finally leave mom and dad’s nest and move to the Big Apple, a wave of disappointment typically rushes over you as you realize your life was not that of Rachel, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, Chandlers or even Ross’s. No matter how much you try.
A couple years ago, I was sleeping with this guy. At nineteen I had yet to realize that what I actually wanted was a relationship, and with whom I wanted this relationship to be was even less clear.