Other things

Friend works out and dresses well, and we cut a rather attractive figure in combination, so when went for dinner in Tribeca I wasn't impressed with how the maitre d' sat us at a mediocre table (yeah, you should probably just stop humouring me now). It was early, so the place was mostly filled with the after work crowd, and I watched them from across our wine and tapas.

I am using debt to pay rent, I can't afford the clothes I would like to wear, I am ten years away from an actual career, I still have to make ends meet with multiple jobs, some of which are menial and ridiculous, I wash and reuse ziploc bags, I eat a lot of sanwiches and I will never have time to have children... but all I can do is shake my head (and have another scallop) and thank sweet christ that I am not - NOT - standing over there amongst my age cohort in a fug polyester skirt and pinstriped blouse, lubricating the banal office chitty chat with crantinis.