You know what’s totally ridiculous about moving?
Getting nostalgic about dumb crap.
Like the other day, I was driving through Manhattan and I was looking at all the different kinds of people… every race, every religion, every individual style, all coexisting together in one cool urban oasis.
I swear two weeks earlier I was like, if one more person steps in front of my car to cross the street when I have a green light, they’re effin finished.
Or feeling a wisp of sadness that I won’t see the completion of the two mammoth construction projects on our little cobblestone block.
Yeah, the same construction projects that are so bloody loud they just woke Summer up from her nap.
And even our enormously aggravating super, with his stained t-shirts and the little pieces of food jammed in his wiry mustache, somehow seems a little less aggravating and a bit sexier.
Meanwhile, we’ve been totally stressing about the packing thing. Don’t confuse that with actual packing. Right now, we’re just focusing on the stressing part.
How can I pack when I’m way busy watching, “The Fashion Show?” If you don’t watch, it’s Bravo’s “Project Runway” knock off after losing “Project Runway” to Lifetime.
The show is just terrible, with designer Isaac Mizrahi always parading around in the WORST outfits. How is this guy a famous fashion designer?
And the hosts (Mizrahi and some chick I’ve never heard of whose body is ridiculously perfect) throw out the dumbest, corniest lines like, “Sorry, we just aren’t buying it,” and the even more insufferable, “You’re hanging by a thread.”
I mean, do the hosts get a bonus or something if they use the most fashion puns?
Honestly, it’s so incredibly painful to watch.
But of course, less painful than packing.
Please tell me that no one thinks I’m actually hot for my super. Maybe I’ll try to snap a picture for you.
mama bird notes:
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