bitches ain't shit

do you live / have you ever lived  in suburbia?

if you answered yes to this question, it is very likely that your tongue has encountered the sweet, sugary flavors of a cheaply priced subway cookie.

what is so wonderful about nyc is that after being disappointed by the cookie cost to cookie size ratio at the famous bakery less than a block away we arrived at after entering our zip code and "cookies" into google, sarah and i pranced our collective two dollars and seventy five cents over to the familiar mediocrity across the street known as subway.

this journey didn't involve just cookies.  no nyc wandering is without unexpected action packed thrills nestled within it.  if you disagree, you weren't looking around.  for example, the other day i saw a man pushing a stroller... while riding a unicyle pretty skillfully.  man, i've seen a rastafarian thank a religious asian for his biblical spiel in the park.  but back to tonight.  there were some fancy looking people drinking wine on some couches i could never afford outside a furniture store.  so of course we stopped for a few to plant our classy boxer clad asses on one of those comfy thangs and look out at the san gennaro festival two streets over.  and the sky.  it must have been a full moon, but i'm too lazy to check, so i can only guarantee it was something close to one at least.  this moon tonight, it was illuminating the many many clouds surrounding it - and this whole lovely scene was tucked neatly between some high rise buildings.  life is great.

several stares from hip passer-bys later, the cookie calling came back.  we enter aforementioned sandwich establishment to find that only old cookies remain.  you know, the sad cookies left after a long day.  the flavors no one wanted.  we asked if they were currently baking more cookies cause we're optimistic like that.  the guy is all, "yes!"  and then he's all, "actually, not really."  and then he said, "if you wait thirty minutes, we can make them."  so since we live two minutes away, we tell him we'll be back.  he, obviously taken aback by our lack of a life, then admits he can do no such thing.  we settle for freshly nuked cookies and the feeling of an adventure. 

why did i write this?  because i never want to forget it.  but more so because i'm on a sugar high and have no life.  none whatsoever.