Hipsters Gone Wild

Two weekends ago, I walk-jog-scurried to my apartment building at 3:45am to find a disheveled damsel asking me to let her in because she had "just been attacked."

A white male wearing a white fedora with a black stripe had thrown her to the sidewalk and tried to snatch her purse.

You know times are hard when hipsters have stopped being ironic and started giving in to their baser needs. Now where can I get some pepper spray?

tomorrow, the bronx

today, i go to staten island. should i stay in new york city, i choose to live in a backwater.

Haste Makes Waste

one thing i've always enjoyed wherever i am is finding random stuff on the side of the street by serendipity. it's my prissy/lazy/squeamish way of dumpster diving. some of the best finds are made off of the streets of new york city (okay, so there's one reason to like this place). of course, the competition from my fellow cheapskates, hipsters, self-aggrandizing yippies, and the homeless (there's a homeless person inside of me that's just waiting to come out) means i have to act fast if i see something juicy.

last night, i found this set of linens that, despite their freshly laundered scent, i'm too scared of to treat with any respect.

i'll either wash them or return them to the streets, depending on how much i start hating them and how bad i feel about taking bounty that could have gone to a homeless person. i'm sure the former will end up being the deciding factor, since i've noticed that i'm starting to lose patience for homeless people.