As promised, today's discussion is entitled "love surge." At this point, I don't know why. Unfortunately, the love surge was perpetually challenged en route this morning, beginning with a harsh wake up call in the form of my alarm clock, cold winds, and a bitter commute across what I now fondly refer to as "that fucking bridge." Again, the bus is partially to blame for this.
Love Surge: My pillow, my warm bed, cozy times
Insert alarm clock here followed by wind, just enough rain to piss me off, and then finally, my favorite bus line, careening past me, leaving in its wake, also my path, also my face, a large gust of dirt, garbage and moisture. Which just made my surge of love crusade of the day go, er, "limp." This is when I turned on my i-pod. I didn't join the revolution until New York forced me to mind you, because it's times like the above described that everyone needs a pitiful soundtrack to accompany them. Also in the presence of the multiple pedophiles and insane folks I get to sit next to on the subway. ANYWAYS.
THEN MY I-POD WENT DEAD.
I was loving the world, and it was not loving me back. SO IT GOES.
Chin up little soldier. This day will improve with time.
On that note, I'm going to sign off, and leave you with a picture of my favorite place, Staten Island.
Next up: Afghan Hounds, Man's Best Friend?
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