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[26 Jun 2009|09:06pm] |
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New York City, I still can't believe I moved up here. Sure, I've always loved the city. When I visited in high school I fell instantly in love with it. Always knew that I'd be back some day I just never dreamed that I would be living here. Now that I've settled in and got a pretty good paying gig I can afford to live here without be terrified that I'm going to be living a cardboard box. I have too much stuff to live in a cardboard box.
It's so noisy here in the city. I still haven't gotten used to it. But being from Virginia and being a coal miner's daughter it makes me feel like I'm a fish out of water. that wasn't supposed to rhyme And since I haven't been here all that long I've been hulled up in my apartment watching America's Funniest Home Videos and feeling sorry for most of the victims like this poor little white dog that just got smacked with a pinata stick. Oh well I guess it lived right? Though I think I would have cried a little if it had happened to me.
I probably should venture out a bit more. Go see some comics, or go to a dance club. That would be pretty sweet. I've never been much of a party girl, but I think that if I stayed around here long enough I probably could be persuaded. Oh well, whatever I end up doing tonight it's not going to be sitting here at this computer. I'm sure I'll update again soon however, I am an English major we tend to feel the need to write more than most.
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