People who are reading my “NY Stereotypes” post seriously need to chill out. Talk about overreacting. Clearly I’m not a “real New Yorker,” because I wouldn’t be so dramatic over a post meant in FUN. Actually, some readers’ comments proved one of my points…thanks!
Moving on. “Take a ride on the Ate Train” ??? Seriously Snickers…lame. Thanks for taking up entire subway cars with your hysterical (insert sarcasm here) ads.
I’m on twitter now - charmer128. I dig that you only have 140 spaces to type…I always think of things I want to blog but don’t want to make a full post out of it.
Like, today on the train, I almost didn’t make it off because I was standing in the middle of the car and people were crowding on before I could get out the door. I think there should be an electronic “fence” between the doors where people get shocked if people are still trying to get off. Don’t ask me how it would work - I just think people would finally get the point why the conductor yells, “LET THEM OFF FIRST, LET THEM OFF FIRST.”
U2 just dropped their new album. Bloomberg gave them a street - a block of West 53rd called “U2 Way.” Probably the best thing he’s done in the last year. Not enough to be worth another year, though. I <3 Bono.
I read that Gov Patterson has the lowest Gov rating in NY history. That means it’s lower than when Spitzer was discovered hooking up with some “high end” prostitute. That must suck - you’re blind AND you’re the worst Gov in NY history.
I haven’t seen her show, but after reading half of her book, I’m going home and telling Tivo to record it. She’s hysterical and her life is hysterical. I aspire to one day have the ridiculous content (or at least be able to make it up) that she’s written. Read her book - “Are You There, Vodka? It’s Me, Chelsea.” You can read about her 2-day stint in jail (she hadn’t picked a gang to join yet, but she did have a girlfriend by the time she left). You can read about her crazy-ass family, including her dad who wears suspenders with sweatpants (that her mom irons). And you can read about how she swindles in a flask of Ketel One if she’s going somewhere that doesn’t serve liquor.
My kinda girl.
