I'd dig that $850 BMW!
Whew! Me had what they call a LONG day. You know, like most people, I went to work. Ah, but there's a tad more. I rode my BIKE to the PATH, tied it up nearby. Thus, I had an invigorating start to my day...and a lengthy "cooldown" as well. Then there's the fact that I got even LESS sleep than I figured. Between the heat and my fucking bladder, I MAYBE had 3.5 hours genuine sleep. Yet here I am, still ticking at 12:45am, with work in the morning again. Yeah, I'm bragging. Did I mention I also biked a mile each way? I also walked to 20th and Park for "lunch" with the Hungarian Goddess and her equally saucy work companion...a saucy Jewess. Not saucy in a Fran Drescher way, but more in an Elaine Benes/Tina Fey way...if they were both Jews, and maybe they are, but I think they're not. I stole from the mountain of potato puffs overwhelming Hungarian's plate and that pretty much constituted my lunch. Oh, I did get a lemonade, too. Ok, that's enough excruciating detail...on this FINAL DAY OF SPRING!! OH...MY...GOD...I just realized something...new paragraph...
EIGHTEEN YEARS OF DIARY ENTRIES!!!!! That's right...it all began in a black and white notebook on June 20, 1988. Holy shit. I'll never forget how that first entry details mom and I fighting in "low voices" in the orthodontist's office...mom tenderly threatening to put my face through the wall if I didn't stop "talking back"...which I always did so well. I wanna say she was pissed at me being on the phone late at night...no, I think it was something I SAID on the phone. Oh, bygones. Anyway, I'd like to again salute and thank Mr. Murray for making us keep that diary that summer for English class. Too bad I was like the only one who took it seriously...and ironically had one of the LEAST interesting 15-year-old lives. Ha! So, bon voyage, Spring...and happy anniversary, Private Thoughts...who'd ever guess they'd eventually take this form?
I took a good long while to get home after work ended about 6:20pm or so. I strolled down 6th Ave from 11th to 23rd, and I mean strolled. Didn't rush at all. Wonderful. And once in Hoboken, I sat on a bench by the Hudson, eating my carrots I'd packed in a brown bag. Striking image, no? Took the long way home, as the song goes. Around my house, I came upon a car for sale...an $850, 1990 BMW with 112 miles on it. Now I don't know about you, but I was just FLOORED by this. The way I see it, if I bought this, and it lasted a month till it burst into flames, it would have been worth it. I mean, a rental would cost more for that length of time. Now, unless it sits there for a few weeks (and I mean a FEW), I won't be buying this. However, that's not the point. The point is that I am INCREDIBLY buoyed by this...a car...a fucking BMW...with a sunroof...for only $850! THAT is just one more thing that's gonna carry me through the day. The moral...deals CAN be found...ya just gotta walk/bike around the neighborhood to find them. Search...seek things out...be creative...be persistent.
EIGHTEEN YEARS OF DIARY ENTRIES!!!!! That's right...it all began in a black and white notebook on June 20, 1988. Holy shit. I'll never forget how that first entry details mom and I fighting in "low voices" in the orthodontist's office...mom tenderly threatening to put my face through the wall if I didn't stop "talking back"...which I always did so well. I wanna say she was pissed at me being on the phone late at night...no, I think it was something I SAID on the phone. Oh, bygones. Anyway, I'd like to again salute and thank Mr. Murray for making us keep that diary that summer for English class. Too bad I was like the only one who took it seriously...and ironically had one of the LEAST interesting 15-year-old lives. Ha! So, bon voyage, Spring...and happy anniversary, Private Thoughts...who'd ever guess they'd eventually take this form?
I took a good long while to get home after work ended about 6:20pm or so. I strolled down 6th Ave from 11th to 23rd, and I mean strolled. Didn't rush at all. Wonderful. And once in Hoboken, I sat on a bench by the Hudson, eating my carrots I'd packed in a brown bag. Striking image, no? Took the long way home, as the song goes. Around my house, I came upon a car for sale...an $850, 1990 BMW with 112 miles on it. Now I don't know about you, but I was just FLOORED by this. The way I see it, if I bought this, and it lasted a month till it burst into flames, it would have been worth it. I mean, a rental would cost more for that length of time. Now, unless it sits there for a few weeks (and I mean a FEW), I won't be buying this. However, that's not the point. The point is that I am INCREDIBLY buoyed by this...a car...a fucking BMW...with a sunroof...for only $850! THAT is just one more thing that's gonna carry me through the day. The moral...deals CAN be found...ya just gotta walk/bike around the neighborhood to find them. Search...seek things out...be creative...be persistent.
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