Seriously, looking for a third roommate to live with me on 100th and Lexington, if you know any people, you know who to call! Ideally, here is my list of criteria/ qualities that I am looking for my future roommie to possess.
1. Attractive Male within the age range of 22-25
2. No hair longer than mine..
3. Strong muscles to help me move my furniture around.. and I guess your own furniture
4. Must have a sense of humor.. but must not be funnier than me
5. Preferably 5'7'' - 6'5'
6. Must kill all spiders.. insects.. etc on command (ex: at 4am when I wake up for work)
I guess these are also criteria for a potential boyfriend so that being said
7. Must be single / willing to fall in love with me
If the above can not happen.. I am willing to accept anyone who is willing to pay rent.. so we're dealing with a pretty broad spectrum right now.
The apartment is super easy to get to for anyone who isn't me. Clearly I'm still learning the ropes of the increase number streets because I befriended a nice woman in my potential new neighborhood who actually walked me to my address because I was THAT lost. I even had my GPS navigation on my phone working, but apparently that doesn't like me either.
I haven't blogged in a while, but don't think for one second that mildly hilarious things have not happened. Today, for instance was apparently the '30 day' mark of me living at the Waldorf.. How do I know? They shut my key card access off. I had a mini laugh attack because why WOULDN'T that happen to me. I was sure my bags were laying somewhere in a bin in the garage and I'd be living in the nicely insulated card-board boxes that FedEx would supply for me (yes.. I already asked them, but clearly as a joke, I didn't know it had the potential to turn into reality)
In other funny news, it's nice to know that the people of NYC still have a sense of humor, but more importantly a helping hand. While I was too busy laughing quietly to myself after watching a woman eat shit after falling down the subway stairs, a nice man came to her rescue to help her up from her utter embarrassment.
In the past week I got my dry cleaning done.. by the valet service...for free. Clearly I was shocked when my underwear came in a boxed package with tissue paper and a bow around it, but I guess that's what you expect when you pay 212 dollars for underwear, 3 shirts and a pair of shorts. #nothingbutthebestforbecka
Oh! And I also surprised my family down in Delaware this past weekend because I had off. My cab driver was a bit 'out of the ordinary' mainly because it was a black service car (clearly didn't care because I was dealing with a bus deadline) and I paid 25 dollars to have him ask questions about past and previous boyfriends. Basically for 25 dollars I got a dating hotline number and he wanted to give my number to 1 of his 8 sons.. I like those odds.
I was JUST about to make my 5:04 bus when he dropped me off at Penn Station (where I told him to drop me off)... Only to be laughed at by hot cops who told me this station was only for trains, and that Port Authority was where I go to catch the bus. #stupidbecka.. A nice police officer was going there anyway so we took a nice little bumpy ride on the Subway and then we will never see each other again. Made the next bus on time to first get home.. to be dropped off at my house.. to pick up my car.. and to basically go NASCAR speeds to get to Rehoboth. I did the signature simon sneak attack (just made up that name but plan to copyright it) on my parents who in turn, balled their eyes out because apparently ''family vacation just wasn't the same without becka''
UHM DUH! Of course it wasn't... I'm the funny one
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