I feel like a bad ass chillin’ on my stoop, like I’m one of the cool kids from Hey! Arnold.
I live in a fifth-floor walk-up. The 75 stairs to my apartment really aren’t that bad.
Space is completely overrated.
Times Square is the blackhole of New York.
I am not sure how I will ever be able to leave this city (New York).
It would be unfair for me to have a dog.
Anonymity is the best.
I love froyo, and we are not talking about TCBY. I use to be all about Pinkberry but then I discovered tasti-D-lite.
I feel like I’m trapped on an un-deserted island.
I do not miss driving. Walking is far superior.
No, you cannot wear sweatpants to Bloomingdale’s.
I learned how to properly pronounce my last name from a South African fellow on my birthday.
I do not exist for you (at street harassers).
I don’t “do” Brooklyn.
I lived in the hood, down the street from a drug den. We are talking Jay-z/Biggie Smalls Bed-Stuy.
I am pretty much a professional exterminator at this point.
I have the best roommate that I have ever lived with… and I found her on craigslist.
I got a steal on my apartment. I only pay $900 in rent per month.
I paid someone to do my laundry.
Never date anyone that lives in Jersey ever.
People think it is weird that I have milked goats.
I have been to more gay bars in this city than any other kind of bar.
I am considering becoming a nude model for art classes.
Why can’t people just curb their dog? I give them some seriously nasty glares.
I am getting use to the smell of the city.
I love opera. Have you seen La Traviata?
I am going to just run to the bodega around the corner.
I have had toilet paper delivered… with dinner. How can you not love this city?
Be careful, eye contact can be an act of overt aggression.
I have jaywalking down to an art form.
I hate the streets with names. Who thought that was a good idea?
Any of you out there in cyberspace have something to add?