I'm home! It's very exciting. Already I have seen mother and sister, had lunch, shopped for last minute gifts and watched upwards of 90 minutes of television (Sister controls remote. Best Week Ever it is).
It's really nice to be home. Oh, don't get me wrong: I like the hustle and the bustle and whatnot-le of the big city, but this suburban pace really has a lot to it. Granted, it's sort of boring and the green spaces all lead to ugly houses or awful office complexes, but they're not teeming with people. God! Those people. Everywhere. The Park, Macy's, that goddamn faux-flea market in Union Square (over tomorrow, thank GOD), even near the WTC. Who are these tourists who say, "Christmas time! Let's go make awkward overly-loud and self-conscious chit-chat at the scene of the most awful thing that has happened in America in...like...a long time" and what are they doing there? Go HOME, people.
Also, if I were in New York, I wouldn't be able to see Miss Nevada looking rough as rocks crying on my local newscast. If you'll excuse me, I need to go watch the weather guy's banter.
Merry Christmas, Sweettits!
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