day to day

I keep going to the little grocery store around the corner with a shopping list, and then just not buying half the list because I can't find it in the store. I've gone 3 times to look for things I gave up trying to find, or for stuff I forgot to write down. I've got just about everything now except for the peanut butter. WHERE IS IT, FOOD TOWN? WHERE ARE YOU HIDING IT.

Asking a store clerk means you lose and don't deserve to eat.

I really love these small cramped stores, though. There's a Rite Aid down the street in a normal sized building, but there's ALSO a little family owned sort of drug store, that carries the entire contents of Rite Aid, except in a store 1/8th the size. WAY BETTER. I don't have time to walk from aisle 2 to aisle 8, are you kidding? I'm a business woman.

I also found a hardware store that is basically Home Depot crammed into a large closet. I kind of felt like I was going to die when I was in there but it was great and I got a good deal on an extension cord and some wire brads.

I used these supplies to set up a work station in my apartment, because the place has weird wiring and the outlet by the desk didn't have 3 prongs and couldn't fit any of my plugs. I nailed the wire up around some door frames, using a high heeled shoe as a hammer.

One thing I didn't realize about high heeled shoes is that it hurts as much as a hammer to get hit on the thumb with one. This is good to know in case I'm ever caught in a situation where I need a weapon and don't have one.

I've been meeting a lot of new people here, which has been great. One of the people I met told me to read the short story "Bernice Bobs her Hair" by F.Scott Fitzgerald. I didn't read it yet but I did read the wikipedia entry and it inspired a drawing that I finished in Illustrator.


I'll probably go read the story now.

Another thing is that being here and meeting so many new people has made me hyper aware of the way that I present myself. I'm trying to take advantage of the opportunity to do a bunch of first impressions. My motto for New York is "fake it til I make it."