Fumbling Toward Mediocrity
current mood: wiped
current song: "Your Body is a Wonderland" - John Mayer
Reporting live from the new apartment, located in ghetto ... er ... SUNNY ... no, well, not really sunny at night ... eh. I'm in Brooklyn.
Thus far, all has been smooth. Moving in took all of ten minutes, and I was soon officially a 904-1A resident. That sounds vaguely prison-like.
Roommates .. awesome. And ALL cute. Potential problems.
Because of the awesome that was just stated, going to bed has become something of a problem. It's the equivalent of the kid who's parents are throwing a swingers/coke party downstairs. He CAN'T NOT go see what's happening!
Yeah ... definitely have been falling asleep at work for ten second intervals at a time. Not that anyone notices. I don't think. Those cameras are tricky. I'm so getting fired.
So yeah ... my neighborhood. It's ... scary. And it really irritates me that after all my liberal chest-thumping, I still become the scared little white boy walking the three blocks from the subway to my house. I know statistically my chances of not getting "whupped" are good, but after being regalled with tales of my roommates getting mugged ... I don't know ... I'm paranoid. I hate being scared. It annoys me.
Rest assured, faithful readers ... the mugging entry will be legendary.
And I'm out this mothafucka.