Thursday, November 02, 2006
painted yellow streets
it's thursday as the last post said it would be. i'm giving the last post much authority, how utterly random. i'm wearing the wrong shoes again, yes i refuse to learn. i'm in the library and i should be on my way to pearl in chinatown to get art supplies for my visualization project due on saturday. i think i just failed my economics midterm. i seriously don't get it, actually my professor is a nigerian nut (no offense to the nigerians, i think they're lovely people, except for this one particular guy/professor).
yeah so i should be on my way to chinatown, but it's cold outside. oh God, suddenly my heads playing the rod stewart version of 'baby it's cold outside' why does that man try his best to sing in an american accent, he has a tedency to ruin the classics sometimes. 'what a wonderful world anyone'? don't even get me started. okay so enough about rod stewart, i'm going to focus on the distraction that is this whole fleet/flood/whattheheckever of yellows cabs passing by. that's the problem here at columbus circle, broadway is so narrow here that everything looks like a stampede. people, cabs, buildings - i know i'm not making any sense. the guy on the corner sells awesome chicken over rice, and i'm hungry. and if i could, then i'd walk over to 55th and 6th ave to get the best chicken over rice in manhattan, but for now this guy will have to do.
fuck it i'm going to chinatown and then taking my chicken over rice from the corner here to my english class.
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