© 2011 Josh waitingforthetrain

Monday, oh Monday, you make me drink.

Clocking in.  When I’m in Los Angeles, I think about New York; When I’m in New York, blah blah blah.

Anyway, now is one of those times I want to be in NYC, drinking at Shade, smoking a cigarette and freezing my ass off, eavesdropping more compelling conversations.   In Los Angeles, people just talk about movies and television, regurgitating Aintitcool posts and NPR reviews; eventually all conversations spiral inward to become deconstructive indulgent self-analysis, therapy sessions where there’s no therapist, just two narcissists waiting impatiently to complain-brag.

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