Who Says The Subways Aren't Safe?

Well, typically, at night, I'm not exactly jumping for joy when I have to take the subway. Normally someone weird talks to me or someone creepy keeps looking at me. I have figured out, it's good to take the subway when the police are coming off their shifts and headed home. I stepped into the car and there were about twenty off-duty officers, all carrying their bags. Three of them jumped up and offered me their seats right away. Thanks guys. Nice to know some men are still chivalrous. Several of them got on the N train with me too, so I felt like I had a personal escort all the way home.

I have something to bitch about again. I know, I know, again. I do it too often but it seems like life enjoys dicking me over for sport and amusement. Once again, there was no hot water in my building. This makes the second time this winter this has happened. Three strikes and you're out. I'm not kidding - I haven't taken a shower since yesterday morning. I feel gross. I am glad that I at least washed my hair last night before I went to bed. I probably looked silly kneeling in the shower with my head under the faucet. Now, my hair is all wavy and sticking out in crazy places. Thanks, life. Oh, and another thing: do you ever make plans with someone, knowing full well that they won't keep them, but you go ahead and keep the plans in your schedule? That is exactly what I did, and sure enough, I got an email this morning canceling on me for tonight. I should have known that these plans would fall through (because they always do), but I thought, maybe this time. No.

Hee hee, silliness.