I live in a tuna can with a leaky toilet and no oven.
To live in my neighborhood, I will need to learn Spanish. dammit.
My ass is going to look amazing by Christmas. We live downhill.
I went to dinner in Time Square last night and spent way too much money on a hamburger.
I went to the police station and asked for a subway map (you can just imagine the look the officer gave me.)
The Subways will not best me.
home sweet home.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
We're here!
Posted by .Nicotine.Queen. at 12:17 PM
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every major subway station has them at their information booth. Go to MTA station.
I have like 5 mini subway maps I got that are pocket sized that I got from Penn Station and/or Grand Central Station.
Glad you're adapting!
So You made it to NY safe and sound. I knew that, of course, having read the later chapters first. Of Your blog, I mean. Twasn't my fault!
Hopefully You have a happy hiney by now, since Christmas has come and gone.
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