Lazy Saturday in Pajamas.

After spending the entire day walking around Manhattan yesterday, today has been a well-deserved sit around in our pajamas and do nothing kind of day with Maria. We watched Bridesmaids and (500) Days of Summer and drank Appletinis. And glimpsed the neighbor across the street being naked after a shower.

Anyway, so as I said yesterday, I didn’t fall in love with New York the way I know so many people do when they first go to the city. I mean, yeah, it’s pretty grand and expansive and full of PEOPLE everywhere. That’s probably one of the top things that turns me off to cities. There’s fucking people everywhere. No room to walk, to breathe, to think. Visiting cities like Chicago and Philly and NYC makes me love living in the burbs. I mean, I kind of get the best of both worlds; first of all, people know how to drive (for the most part – I will elaborate on this) it’s relatively quiet, compared to a big city, there’s ROOM, etc. I guess it’s kinda vanilla though. Being a hipster in a big city is no big deal – being a hipster in the burbs is weird and people look at you like you’re crazy.

And the whole driving thing – obviously when you’re in a big city it’s crowded so it takes like a hundred years to get around. It’s better to just walk or take the subway, which in turn makes you skinnier – side note, one thing I’ve noticed is that people are skinnier here in the cities. But back to driving – people don’t know how to fucking drive in cities. I’ve seen so many fuck ups in my one week in Philly, and New York was a whole other story. I mean, it was classic movie taxis everywhere, honking all over the damn place, police EVERYWHERE, lights and advertisements at every corner. It’s too busy.

I did like Central Park though. We only went a few hundred feet into it, but it muffled the sounds of the city enough to make me realize how damn noisy it is there. I don’t like being in very noisy environments. That’s definitely another reason I’m kind of turned off by cities. I need quiet and solitude throughout various parts of my day to function. The sound of sirens, horns, babble, music etc. day and night does not excite me or invigorate me or make me want to spend my life in NYC. Which almost makes me feel like a turd because Maria is absolutely infatuated with NYC, whereas I was not as amazed as I perhaps should have been or should be expected to be. I guess Chicago stole that virginity from me.

HOWEVER, the shopping was pretty phenomenal. I can’t deny that. We went to GAP, Banana Republic, Forever 21 (flagship!), Ann Taylor Loft, Toys ‘R’ Us (and rode the ferris wheel), the NBC studios store, and a few other stores. We almost went into Saks, but then ended up going to a Starbucks nearby that had the absolute worst service ever. There was no one there waiting to be served besides us, and it took like 5 minutes to get noticed. And probably 10 minutes for my frappucino to be made, not to mention the weirdo lady working the register didn’t even tell me how much everything cost, and she didn’t give me a receipt. It was a weird experience. First world problems.

Anyway, so here’s Day 27: What is your favorite part of your body and why?
Okay, so I can’t even lie here: I LOVE my boobs. My boobs and my face. I also love my legs, knee down. But back to my boobs – I love them because firstly, they are boobs. Boobs are fun. They’re fun to look at, to touch, to admire, to draw etc. They’re just these round, attractive bits that despite being straight, I cannot help but stare at on any woman. Progression of staring goes face, boobs, rest of body, face, boobs, boobs, more boobs, some more face. Boobs. And my face, I love my face. I’m photogenic, so it’s kind of cool to look at pictures of myself and think WOW that looks like me but it totally doesn’t. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY?  And my legs – I think I have some pretty neat legs. I’ve gotten compliments on them before, which is also a nice confidence boost. I’m privileged not to have kankles, so, yay!

Day 28: What is your love language?
I’m not exactly sure what this means, so I will interpret it as this: Flirty nerdspeak. I’m naturally attracted to nerdy guys. So I flirt with them in uh…nerdspeak. Like let’s discuss Lord of the Rings and Star Wars and how Apple sucks and whatever. Also, electronics. I’ll fall asleep in anyone’s arms that wants to spend time talking to me about all kinds of stupid shit like that.

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