That's probably a good way of describing my life these past six years...
I've long held that 2008 would be a significant year in my life.
Of course, my reasoning had been that I'd have met the man with whom I would spend the rest of my life, achieved a modicum of professional success, and purchased my own sliver of NYC real estate. None of those things have come to pass as yet but if I can escape the big sleep that would be the achievement of this lifetime.
I think the title says it all...depends on the mood--my mood!
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6 comments:
Well. Talk about setting your sights high. Meet the man of your dreams, achieve career success, and own NYC real estate? I have to take a practical turn here:
Do you mind if I ask, where did you think you were going to get the money to do all this? Last year or so you were working in the financial district with nothing particular in the way of money, as I recall. Just a working stiff like the rest of us.
I was somewhat amazed with your new apartment, your new dog, the toys you bought at xmas, trips you took, and the new car. The Hamptons project was astounding.
But man! You must realize that lots of people are not doing nearly as well as you. These are some juicy perks which anyone might yearn for. A summer rental house and a Jeep Cherokee or whatever-it-is.
Plus remember, as a girl, you have boobs and can get laid anytime you want. Count your blessings!
Most of the rest of us worry if ordering pizza with 2 toppings more than 2x a week will cramp our budgets.
Um...blush...um, thanks!
Why are you being nice to me? Is this some crafty cruel ploy to make me think you have turned a truly NEW leaf only to unleash upon me with form of cruelty that is being perfected?
As for the wheels and the house--that's all just biz. Good perks, I suppose, for what is now my JOB.
The new dog was a rescue and D'Souza bought him. Same with the apt. all last year I lived rent free--feeling the burn now that I have to PAY rent.
And for the boobs...brace yourself...not all straight men LOVE big breasts. That's right! Some guys can only handle a handful and they usually have small hands...sigh. Sad, right?
I like pepperoni and mushrooms on my pizza. You?
Well. Not sure I follow all the details of how you finagled last year's lifestyle into being, but clearly you have done a lot for yourself since you first started this blog.
Two years ago, you were kind of an office drone as I recall; very mopey and indecisive. Directionless. It read like 'Rebecca'. You had a lot of high-end tastes, which struck me as amusing. Sure, I used to make fun of you, but I was just being a grouch. I'm sorry for that.
But now look at you. Doing quite well I should say!
You really need to recognize that you're having a pretty good New York life. Young, single, buxom, with plenty of friends and a cute white dog.
So, what's to mope about these days?! You've truly grown. Give yourself a pat on the back once in a while.
Don't go back to being wishy-washy and just because you're no longer with D'Souza.
cbf
{fear not, I won't go back to being cruel and abrasive. This is actually the real me. I always give credit where credit is due.}
Rebecca...really? That's high praise to me. I read that book when I was 11 under the covers with a flashlight in Bombay--ah India--loved it. Creeped me out a bit...interesting to hear I've emulated on any level.
The real you! It's interesting how much you know about me and how little I know about you. I say little because clearly some parts of you shine through in your commentary but it's weird that you would recognize me if we met but I would not know you. Hmm...that's cinematic!
I digress.
TWO cute white dogs. Don't forget my precious Vegas.
High end tastes? Me? Never! Like what? I think you are confusing sweet yet vicious with one of the other blogs you frequent....humph.
Two dogs: okay. Righto. But maybe the arrival of the 2nd pooch wasn't as documented/heralded the same as the first one was. Think back: clear distinction between having no dog and finally getting one. You used to crave one frequently.
Having a dog, btw, is no small feat in this city. They require a lot of maintenance and care. You have two dogs who are well-looked-after, this is another reason to raise your self-esteem. You're a dog-owner! Not everyone can handle such a responsibility.
Next: yes,'Rebecca' comes to mind because in most of the book, the main character is very lacking in self-assurance. Look back at your early posts sometime and you can see this, but not anymore. Really a marked improvement.
I think when I first encountered this blog I was just grumpy because it was my first year in NYC. It was a disillusioning time. I was reading a lot of Craig's List and just frowning on NY'ers in general. I was pissed at everyone!
Anyway, as my experience with New Yorkers has deepened, my attitudes have changed. I see this as a refreshing little blog, all things considered. Nothing to object to at all. Pretty good New Yorker!
CBF
p.s. straight men and large breasts: well, yeah *handling* them is one thing, sure there's guys who want 'waifs' in bed. But aesthetically, (like, seeing you walk down the street) most guys would have to agree that they're a nice example of form. Natural rack! Can't be under-estimated.
Pizza: New York pizza is unfortunately something I still largely reject. It's so often awful; I never found more than 1 place in the whole of Manhattan who produced a genuine, solid pie. In Brooklyn (where I am now) after a very long search I have discovered two joints who do good work. Good pizza is scant in NY. But when it is good, I simply order a plain slice. No distractions besides the cheese and sauce. But if it's just "okay" or "adequate" 'zza I might order sausage or meatball added. As long as its real sausage and not rabbit-pellet style.
Why are you worried about escaping the Big Sleep? You hanging out with anyone named 'Dash' lately?
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