Monday, November 13, 2006

Regarding my angry poems

Okay... that "fuck magazines, fuck everything" poem was wrong on two key levels.
I) It was Time Out New York not New York magazine
II) It was a pretty good quiz really. I just skimmed through it at the hair place. Lots of subway knowledge and building knowledge and Woody Allen movie knowledge required.

At the time of scrawling I felt that the mark that I'm a real New Yorker is that I'm so angry all the time. It's an imperfect idea.

I think the thing about me the that's the most real New Yorker is that I talk about sex audibly in restaurants. I think this is not the best trait, but it's very easy to do in New York and when it comes to talking about sex, I am so easy. What's to be done?

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