|Current mood:|| contemplative|
|Current music:||Gordan Gano- 'Mother'|
First post; better make it interesting, eh?
Well, well... this is sure to be a doosy. Ah, forget it. Where to begin? I suppose I could just ramble on with my usual routine, seeing as I have been reincarnated into the Caulfield family, but I'm in no mood for that.
I'll just go on with all this New York talk. I've been in love with the city since my first and only visit, age 12. Yes, I was with my parents and we weren't in the city for a month or anything dramatic, merely vacationing. Oh, how I loathe vacationers and pedestrians. I can imagine to what degree I annoy the dwellers of locations other than that of my 'homeland' when stopping or passing through. No fannie pack; I'm more fashionably aware and much too sly for that. Anyhow, back to the subject at hand. I've been itching to atleast visit for a few days ever since I left. How I will magically transport myself is beyond me. I suppose I shall save a little dough and venture out. Driving? That is certainly out of the question- for me, anyhow. I lack sense of direction, first off. I'd find myself across the map in Colorado or some other randomly located state. Secondly, my attention span is much too short for such a journey- thus, leading to finding myself lost, leading to being in Nebraska (such randomness, yes!), which I'd like to avoid. Third, I'm not nearly confident in the fact that my car would even begin to stroll to such distances. Ahh, yes, saving and flying out seems to be the best and basically, only option as of right now. Work, work, work, I will!