January 22, 2010

:::Sigh::: another boring day at the job. I've given up begging my services to people, so therefore I have taken it upon myself to apartment hunt on NyMag.com. No job, no sign of a job, not even an updated resume, but I'm apartment hunting. Why, well because it gives me a sense of hope for the future in a world I live in now that is insecure, hazy, and uncertain.

So I've realized I'm completely cheap/gullible, not a good quality for a girl in the market for a nice NYC pad. For example I found this AMAZING apartment, close to time square, gorgeously spacious, doorman, gym, $600 a month. So I'm clearly thinking to myself, "this is too good to be true," yet STILL emailed the person to inquire more information like a damn fool. :::Sigh::: will I EVER learn?

I'm not even saying I'm looking for a "dream" apartment, because I'm not. I've just become terribly cheap in the past year and miss my $400 Philadelphia rent I used to pay. I suppose I need to become one with the fact that if I want Manhattan, I'm most likely going to have to pay top dollar for a closet to live in.

Whelp, back to the grind of apartment hunting at my job that I'm doing NOTHING at right now. OOH a house in Tribeca for $525 a month! No picture.....nevermind....