No Thank You

June 7 2025.

Even though I set my alarm earlier, I was running even more late than I'd want.

So I took an Uber to work, which I opted for an UberX or whatever, instead of a taxi, which I saw was an option.

I got a taxi, and a handicap van at that.

The worst cars possible.

You feel like you're in a stagecoach with a broken wheel, it's ridiculous how bad the rides are.

At work I ate my breakfast, which ended up being all I'd eat until dinner.

I started with alterations, and shipping.

Then I cleaned up a bit, and then had a handful of clients come in.

It's really very lucky for these relationships, without them, the day would be pretty lonely, and I'd have very small paychecks.

After work I took the train with Jason, picked up nachos again, and came home to watch more Ginny & Georgia.

I did pause it for a bit to talk to Scott.

There was also a child's birthday party at my neighbors place.

They love to party with the door open. Kids running in and out of the apartment. Playing Red Light Green Light, Marco Polo. Just endless hours of shouting in the hallway fun.

And boy do I mean endless.

Because I get home around 8, and the party just ended, 1am.

Who the fuck are these parents?

Who is against abortion? People need a license to do the most inane things in New York, but not to have a child?

Let's reconsider.

Tomorrow is the Puerto Rican Day parade, which is the worst.

Fucking hate parades.

Until Tomorrow.