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Keep all arms, legs and torsos inside the confines of the sidewalks at all times. If they may linger over the edge of the sidewalk they’re subject to the screechy-brake buses zooming around like hover crafts on downers. I ride the bus everyday and everyday I think to myself... I just dont think you could pay me enough. Well thats probably not true at the moment because as I’m writing this, over seven hundread dollars is being transfered out of my account into oblivion, a little monthly routine we call rent so maybe I take that back. But that being said I also just realized this is the 8 month anniversary of my big move across the water so cheers to that. A lot of ups and downs, but its all a part of the journey. I grew up knowing that no matter what, things will be okay. That made for the base of what I beleive in, wich is myself. I have faith that finding your way is a matter of taking your life by the balls.
Thats what I love about the city. There are so many over-ambitious people that are always upping their game all around you, it forces you to redefine your circumstances and shed any medeocre insecurities you may have. Step it up or move on over, eat or be eaten, shit or get off the pot. Evidently, thats how she goes.
Everyone works so hard to maintain their lifestyle and support their vice. Whether it be caffein, alcohol, sugar, weed, cigarettes, pills, pain killers, shoes, cars, boats, bikes, computers, gadgets, gizmos, cell phones, jewelery, clothes, knick-knacks, magazines. Its the little things that make the long hours at work worth it a little bit more. Its the new haircut that changed the way you carry yourself or its the organic pineapple you bought along with the good water at the store. It’s the 100 dollar pedicure in the middle of winter, sock season. It’s the gorgeous tattoo, in the only place you can’t show anyone. Its the car you went into serious debt for and wrote off a year later. Its the crazy gas prices for the luxury to be able to idle in traffic for 3 hours and on a slight uphill slant paired with the huge thirsty S.U.V I insist on driving, even though I roll solo. Its the really expensive taxi ride with a no-english driver, that ended someplace not at all near your desired destination. It was one blurry, tequilla drenched dance-party club night and quite possibly somebody’s birthday where you ended up baby-sitting a single mother yelling “I wanna get fucked!” in the middle of the strip. Along with the brand new, so cute little white dress that she spilled her wine all over. It may be the overpriced strappy sandals that feels like standing on little chards of glass after about 10 minutes of wear. Sometimes its the purses we’ll never carry more than once or the watch you were dying to have that lives in your droor. If all else fails to suffienciently depleat your sources, its the decaf nonfat lattee and oat fudge brownie 4 times a week.
I think every girl , and probably lots of guys, share a sacred place in their hearts for drug stores. London Drugs, Shoppers..you name it, not going to lie: I’d probly be caught fuckin wit a Pharmasave if need be. Everyones grooming needs are different, but realistically I aint leavin there without at least droppin $45 bucks, minumum. One thing always leads to another and the things I need get blurred by things I want and then theres sales. I’m a good impulse shopper but I can’t really justify it anymore, except in drug stores. Perhaps its our obession with hygeine and beauty fed by an ever-increasing pressure to look a certain way.
Someone once explained it to me as: in the city, you see more people everyday and more people see you, so you do your best to look your best. That always made sense to me, although now that I try to explain it to you it doesn’t seem that simple. I know that the longer I stay in the city the more my wants slowly make their way over to the needs column and my daily routine builds and builds. Its now about an hour to get ready somedays, I used to be a 20 minutes..tops... kinda girl. It blows my mind how high maintenance I’ve become. In retro-spec though, my hair & hair color is my own, my eyes aren’t fake, my teeth are real, my lip pout is real, my lashes are real, my nails are real as well as the boobs. So I suppose I’m still on the lower-scale of the maintenance-meter but give it about 8 more months and we’ll see where we’re at.
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Posted by lenababy on 2008-04-19 22:14:48 | Rating: | Views: 115
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Whoa you have absolutely nailed what big city life is like. love the comment about everyone working hard to support their lifeestyle and maintain their vices. so true dat
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Posted by mattio
on 2008-04-19 23:42:05
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I'm suprised at how much ive been able to absorb about the city in a short period of time...
I know right, I'm one of the many so I know.
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Posted by lenababy
on 2008-04-21 05:06:38
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