Now I gotta go get a new one. I’ve been using this tablet pen for a little while now AND ALL OF A SUDDEN I left it at the airport a few days ago. I’m sad. I loved that pen. And it loved me. I’m pretty sure. What am I supposed to do now?? Draw on paper?? We have technology! That we lose and will inevitably become obsolete one day. Which is crazy to think about. Do you think one day we’ll all be moved on from iphones and things like that? What’s the next thing were all gonna have to be starting at? Pretty weird if you ask me. I’m just picturing the scene out of Wall-E where everyone floats around in those floaty chairs. I digress. I miss my pen. At least ballpoint and fountain pens haven’t changed much. Who know what would happen if we lost all of those things.
My Dog Is Tanking My Uber Rating
So I have this amazingly adorable puppy, Ticket. He’s lovey and cute and soft and yes he whines, A LITTLE. But he’s a complete smelly angel love of my life, biter of my hands and stealer of my food (sometimes). Which is WHY I’m going to the single best invention of all time, Puppy Preschool. Its dog school for dogs. Amazing.
Unfortunately for us, my lil Ticket is not so little, and doesn’t fit in a bag or anything like that, so me and Ticket have to Uber with my little friend on my lap and his face out the window.
And Uber drivers, do. Not. Like him. Apparently.
Here’s the thing though, nobody has ever said anything to me, like, if you want me to get out of the car with my sweet puppy I’ll do it! I will! But then does Uber get a bad rating? Do I get a bad rating? Probably so, as ever since I started puppy preschool with Ticket, my Uber rating has been TANKING. Like, some serious dog hatred is going on in Uberville NYC and its kinda bumming me out.
He’s well behaved too! Its not like he’s jumping all over the car or crawling into the drivers seat, he’s just on my lap! Eh. What can you do. People will be people, dogs will be dogs, and Uber drivers will be Uber drivers.
Tell me folks, are YOUR dogs wrecking your precious Uber rating? Lemme know, I’m genuinely curious.
Over the weekend a dear friend shared this quote. I have not been able to stop thinking about it.
Adventures of a City Rookie II
Helllooooo All! Great news! In the few short days its been since my last post, I’ve only missed my stop 3 times! Did you know that sometimes the subway will skip your stop? Is that just me. I can’t tell. It’s winter and all my brain cells are frozen.
Speaking of winter. It’s that time again kids. The most magical time of the year. The season in which I wear, you guessed it. Makeup. This never happens. But now that its cold and I don’t spend my day sweating it off. I figured. It is time.
Do I look like a clown? Maybe. Is my foundation the wrong shade of Elmer’s glue pale? Yes. It is. But the important thing is that I’m TRYING OK. MAKEUP HARD.
In other news. It is T minus ONE WEEK until I get to meet my newest best friend forever lil cutie puppy who I already love with all my soul and we haven’t even met yet. That’s fate friends. FATE. Time is coming of the essence (but lets just think about that phrase actually. Essence? Like? Essential Oils essence? Time? Let’s return to this shall we?) and I am almost prepared with my dog items such as: crate, bed, cute toys, cute collar with bowtie. I’m gonna be one of those people. So. Sorry in advance.
UPDATE FOR THOSE FOLLOWING. I’m going to have soup for lunch. I’m growing as a person and expanding my lunch horizons. Hello corn chowder. My one and only.
In Gotham Intern news, interning is going well! I’m going to be doing cartoons for the online class guidelines! So LOOK OUT WORLD. Blogesque comics comin’ to ya on the site. I’m going to be spending a lot of time on my computer. Gotta get dat photoshop goin. In other Gotham news I’m still answering your phone calls and emails and helpin’ you guys in any way I can!
Lots of good stuff happening! Very exciting, life’s moving here we go get hype friends. And stay tuned for more Adventures of a City Rookie!
A Cottage in Brooklyn
When my partner and I began looking for a home in New York we had many expectations that we believed, at the time, to be reasonable for our price range. First, must allow dogs. Second, must have a washer and dryer in the unit. Third, hard wood floors. Finally, it would have to be in Cobble Hill, Park Slope, or Brooklyn Heights.
With hopes set far too high, we flew from New Orleans to the city for a long weekend of house hunting. Our first viewing was a place in Bushwick. It did not tick the boxes. Pets were permitted and there were hard woods, but there was no washer and dryer, and it was not in one of our three chosen locations. On top of all that, it was a four-hundred square foot studio.
But the photographs were beautiful. After much persuasion, I convinced by partner that we would just take a quick look. What harm could it do? The first thing we saw when we walked up the trash strewn sidewalk was a heavily graffitied garage door with a spiked gate to the left. ‘Just give it a chance’.
We were escorted down a long alley that ran along the side of the garage. On the left were woven and reaching metal sculptures dashed with string lights. A swath of bamboo shot up then hung down like a beaded curtain. We pushed past it. To the right was a raised bed with three vividly green saplings, below them, a plaster skunk as yard art. In front, a wooden cottage, stone steps, iron railings, this beautiful thing hidden in the middle of a Bushwick block.
Inside we found high ceilings, exposed beams, marble counters, brick walls, and custom carved cabinets. We couldn’t hear the sounds of the streets, no honking traffic, no children hollering. It was entirely peaceful.
Right away I knew it was the home for us, but I told them, ‘we need to look a few places, but we’ll let you know as soon as we can’. Seven apartments later and by lunch the next day, we had decided. A day later we signed the lease.
Every Saturday morning I sit by our tall windows and look out at the trees in our courtyard. The sun grows brighter, the birds and squirrels start to patter through the small garden, my dog comes and warms herself against my legs and I forget, almost entirely, that I live in this chaotic and kinetic city.
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