Hey Time,
Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it, STOP IT. JUST STOP PASSING. I don’t want to leave Bushwick, I’m back in love with New York, I don’t want to go back to Sarasota for the better part of a year just to save money.
I just want to stay here and find work and have fun and get drunk and get back to being involved with activists and radicals and people who have real, serious thoughts in their heads, people who understand feminism and can have conversations that are about real things and real ideas, and have read actual books to back up their arguments as well as having actual thoughts in their own heads. I want to be able to take the subway wherever I’m going, I want people to be able to come over to my apartment because I don’t live in the middle of fucking nowhere, and cook dinner with me and drink beers and have debates and conversations and REAL TALK. I want to meet new people and not just see the same familiar faces EVERYWHERE I GO, and go to bars that aren’t overrun with brotastic brodudes. I want to have social events that aren’t the same people listening to the same bands, etc etc etc etc etc I DONT WANT TO LEAVE BROOKLYN, PLEASE DONT MAKE ME.
Anyway, I guess I can make an effort to get as many of those things as possible in Florida for the next 6-10 months, then get my ass back here ASAP. Or I could not leave my house except to go to work and make money so that I can get back here sooner…. Yep, that’s probably it. Wah.
/whining