Gimme Some Candy....Corn

I just completed a "What should you be for Halloween?" quiz on the internet. Here is a picture of what I "should" dress up as according to the quiz - "A Candy Corn". Darn.

Ahhhhhh!

The sun is shining in New York for the first time in 6 days! Praise the Lord! I was starting to think I moved to Seattle or London or something.

Theories On What The People Upstairs Could Possibly Be Doing Because It's So Loud

throwing boulders

practicing their role in STOMP, just the stomping part

bowling

working on a chain gang

slaying a dragon

pacing in cement shoes

being stuck in the plight of the mythological Atlas, except having to roll the whole world back and forth across their apartment

boxing. with the floor

training for a hard walker's marathon

inventing a machine that quadruples the force of gravity and applying it only to their feet

sumo dancing

practicing small space marching

emptying their consciences by taking their weighty dark secrets and making them into real weighty objects. then throwing them on the floor very hard

Soaked

The weather in New York is just nasty right now. It has been raining since Saturday and just continues. One of my roommates just walked in from out in the elements and said, "It's not nice outside. I never want to go out again." Friends, it is this bad.

I spent much of yesterday out in the elements mailing things for work, and I picked possibly the worst day in a while to check out a new grocery store just north of us close to Harlem. It was on this grand day out I met my new nemesis. It was not nature itself or a fellow citizen piloting a taxi through a lake sized puddle and spraying me with a tidal wave collected rain. No. It was one of my own, one that I trusted, and he buckled under the pressure. In all honesty, he just wasn't built for this, the powerful gusts, these mighty expectations on his frail frame.




















Rest in peace, my fallen protector. May there be sunny skies for you up there in the great beyond. And may your lifetime warranty work to bring one of your brave friends to me soon.

The Magic of Editing

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