12.11.06
new york is bad for you
I don't know why this has gotten personal lately.

Usually I don't write anything here unless I want to call up my friend in Los Angeles and announce, "guess what happened to me!"

This has been a point of contention between us. She says that things don't happen to me. She claims that I am an active pursuer of these strange occurrances. I beg to differ.

Anyway, nothing strange happened to me today. Oh wait, yes. This one strange thing did happen to me. I went to meet some friends for dinner, but I didn't have the address. I got out of the train, reached for my phone to call the guy whose house we were meeting at, and realised I didn't have my mobile phone on me. The horror!

Luckily I had a bunch of quarters in my pocket, so I went to the payphone and started calling people who might know H's phone number. It took about 10 minutes and a trip to the bodega to break my last dollar but I finally got the number I needed, including many others. They were scrawled on my hand in ballpoint. I dialled H, and as soon as I said hello, I saw another friend, G, randomly walking down the street towards me. Not that H knows G or vice versa, but that whole payphone thing could have been avoided.

Oh well.
posted by a girl @ 20:57
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