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Aug. 28th, 2004 12:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kjpepperThrough bussickness untold and highways unnumbered I have fought my way here to Gotham City...
Yeah. I got here. I'm tired, but I won't be sleeping anytime soon. this house = too many ghosts = andee doesn't go to sleep until she absolutely can't stave off the sleepies anymore.
Still I can't say the trip was all bad. I ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhiannondance on the hamp - > springfield part of the trip so I spent a good 45 min or so gabbing and catching up with her. Wheeeeeeeeee. After that, other than a touch of motion sickness which is fairly unusual for me, smooth sailing. No mornic movie to torment me with between Hartford and NY so the ride down was blissfully silent. And I got to take a nap.
saw the most adorable couple in Port Authority as I hit the ATM (btw,sundart, I'm an idiot, I got the 20 out for you and everything and forgot to leave it. Smack me). A tall skinny and incredibly leggy black girl in ass kicking docs, a tiny ass miniskirt,and her braids in punky brewster height pigtails was leading a diminuitive white guy around by the hand and he looked so happy he could spit. If you know the parties involved it would kinda be like Jim Blau suddenly dating Venus Williams. They were so cute...
And then whoa. You get out of Port Authority on the seventh avenue side, and they've torn down the last of the big neon girlieshow strips. The disneyfication of Times Square continues. Hell, I always thought being greeted by huge neon naked girls high kicking alongside a big blinking "WELCOME TO NEW YORK" sign was funny, but then again, my sense of humor is perverse at best.
I had to tell some brother to fuck off when I got to my street because he clearly was too thick to realize that I didn't want to talk to him. Lord, I hate that. A guy says no, it's the end of the discussion. A chick says no and it's apparently round one for a debate. Fuck. That. Shit, and castrate the fucks that are too full of themselves to get it.
On a funny and kinda shake your head at the incompetence of somefolk, I had to do some serious intervention with my dad's cat, who had managed to get one whole leg through his collar today, but Dad was too scared of getting scratched to fix it. *facepalm*. While Dad watched with shock, I scooped up the cat, took off the collar, put it back on correctly, tightened it up and cut off the excess, and then gave the cat a thorough clawclipping while gently telling Dad that that was the sort of thing that gets people landed on Animal Cops with a blurry circle superimposed over their face. The cat is currently pissed at me, but no longer has nearly three quarter inch rapiers buried in each paw.
Tomorrow I head back up to the upper east side to see Mom for a good long while, then there will be much hookupage and fun withjaicat...
Yeah. I got here. I'm tired, but I won't be sleeping anytime soon. this house = too many ghosts = andee doesn't go to sleep until she absolutely can't stave off the sleepies anymore.
Still I can't say the trip was all bad. I ran into
rhiannondance on the hamp - > springfield part of the trip so I spent a good 45 min or so gabbing and catching up with her. Wheeeeeeeeee. After that, other than a touch of motion sickness which is fairly unusual for me, smooth sailing. No mornic movie to torment me with between Hartford and NY so the ride down was blissfully silent. And I got to take a nap.saw the most adorable couple in Port Authority as I hit the ATM (btw,
sundart, I'm an idiot, I got the 20 out for you and everything and forgot to leave it. Smack me). A tall skinny and incredibly leggy black girl in ass kicking docs, a tiny ass miniskirt,and her braids in punky brewster height pigtails was leading a diminuitive white guy around by the hand and he looked so happy he could spit. If you know the parties involved it would kinda be like Jim Blau suddenly dating Venus Williams. They were so cute...And then whoa. You get out of Port Authority on the seventh avenue side, and they've torn down the last of the big neon girlieshow strips. The disneyfication of Times Square continues. Hell, I always thought being greeted by huge neon naked girls high kicking alongside a big blinking "WELCOME TO NEW YORK" sign was funny, but then again, my sense of humor is perverse at best.
I had to tell some brother to fuck off when I got to my street because he clearly was too thick to realize that I didn't want to talk to him. Lord, I hate that. A guy says no, it's the end of the discussion. A chick says no and it's apparently round one for a debate. Fuck. That. Shit, and castrate the fucks that are too full of themselves to get it.
On a funny and kinda shake your head at the incompetence of somefolk, I had to do some serious intervention with my dad's cat, who had managed to get one whole leg through his collar today, but Dad was too scared of getting scratched to fix it. *facepalm*. While Dad watched with shock, I scooped up the cat, took off the collar, put it back on correctly, tightened it up and cut off the excess, and then gave the cat a thorough clawclipping while gently telling Dad that that was the sort of thing that gets people landed on Animal Cops with a blurry circle superimposed over their face. The cat is currently pissed at me, but no longer has nearly three quarter inch rapiers buried in each paw.
Tomorrow I head back up to the upper east side to see Mom for a good long while, then there will be much hookupage and fun with
jaicat...
