Just had the sudden realisation that Neil Patrick Harris and I are going to be sort of neighbours soon.
Harlem, what is even happening?!
Some gross old dude tried to kiss me in front of the gap outlet on 125th, so I punched him in the face. Ofc I was wearing the BRAND NEW leather gloves I’d bought from H&M two hours beforehand and now they’re all a mess. Argh.
I was way more concerned about those gloves than the fact that the police were called, tbh.
So at like 11:30 I watched someone get shot in front of my apartment (and was about 30 seconds, and one decision to not go back for a lighter jacket away from being shot myself), and then at 5:30 I watched someone get ejected from their car in a crash on 134th.
Stay away from me, I may or may not be cursed.
I just walked out of my room to take the laundry out of the drier and clearly heard my roommates fucking in their bedroom. I did my shit then went into the bathroom to wash my face. When I came out they were done, the door to their room was wide open and one roommate was lying on the bed naked. Being from Oberlin I was relatively unperturbed, but he jumped up and slammed the door awkwardly while other roommate was getting water in the kitchen.
He then yells from behind the door, “Hi, Kendra!”
"Sorry, but can I borrow the rest of the Preacher trades from you? I’m on book 5."
Ah, my apartment.
#whiny new yorker problems
They’re pulling this shit with the 7 train too, so I sympathize with anyone who relies on the that one too even though we all know the 7 train’s only dependable when the Mets are actually winning.