I’m at a new place for work, no longer in the dreaded twin towers. You only miss it when you don’t have it – why does that godammn quote has to be so true and so smug. I miss not having to flush my own crap when I do a number 2. I miss going down at 1030am and buying a feast for myself from Cold Storage. But I don’t miss the cold. It’s warmer at my new place.
I’m not sure if I miss the train rides.
I’m driving now, and to be honest I spend a lot of time in the car than I do in the train. I’m not sure what to make of it, on one hand, I enjoy the freedom driving gives me, but on the other hand I FUCKING HATE to drive, also; my thoughts tend to go wayward and awry and disarray and I start to think about a lot of stuff.
I’m going to miss the pretty girls I get to see in the train. Pretty girls just get to me – I take a look at their faces and just like that I am awed. I do not need to get to know them, I like the capability of injecting my own ideas of what they are like.
For the past 6 months, not a lot of you know what has been up in my life. To be honest, I can keep a secret (or secrets) quite well. Or maybe I just don’t see a reason in telling. They’re not secrets, but rather another facet of my life that I just do not show.
