JeNoah

I have the feeling that where I am sitting right now may just become my ritualistic congenial place of blogging. It's called "The Bean" and it is located on 3rd st and 1st in the East Village a few blocks away from my dwelling place. I remember coming here last year on Thanks Giving. Of all the dozens of stores and restaurants I trampled through last year this place sticks out because it was a very desolate day in the city for me. Everyone was in their homes enjoying turkey and laughter around an ornamented table sipping Clamato and gossiping about whos cheating who, while I was sitting in this little coffee shop writing in my journal. I can't discredit the entire day because in the afternoon it was warm and I sat out on a cafe patio and had turkey dinner to the silence of the west village but as night fell i relied on coffee and the soft cushioning here in The Bean to comfort me. Now i'm back and this place is packed... I love seeing all the interesting people come in and out. There's so many inhabitants doing the same thing that its hard to really be alone in New York although its not hard to FEEL alone. I almost wanted to give up my first few days here. I envisioned myself typing news casts and working for CFRA back home. Maybe I could become a journalist for some quasi popular magazine like Flare reporting the tribulations of unrequited love. I know a lot about that. I went back to Canada for an entire year and had no luck meeting anyone who could either persuade me to care about them or allow me to persuade them to care about me. I fabricated a few infatuations and fell into lust over the IDEA of what some people could POSSIBLY be but looking back now I realize how foolish that was. I think boredom had a lot to do with it. I was living in a city where the population went something like 1,234,567 girls and 156 boys. It was not unfair for me to take the most attractive of them all and manipulate who he was in my head to appease my weariness.  I always laugh at myself at the end of the day so thats a good sign.

I'm really glad I met Giles because he is a good person and I think we have tons in common so we will likely get ourselves in some serious trouble as our friendship progresses. I also like hearing him say pink shirt in his metro sexual english accent. (im kidding G)

Off to Liz's place tonight to look after the kids and possibly go visit Jess after. It will feel so nice to see them both. Familiarity is the softest of blankets! 

9:37- currently watching family guy at Liz's after 2 hours of what felt like the middle of a three ring circus. I had babies all around me demanding I give them an airplane ride 4 times in a row. Literally had them lining up like some carnival spin. Thank god I happen to have the energy in me today to put on a stellar baby sitting performance. Everything went well until the time came to get them all to sleep. I think my left ear withstood 45 straight minutes of crying. Incessant crying!

I felt like Noahs ark of babies... Misty hysterically called me Jenoah out of nowhere. SO FUNNY... worth the upload. Watch for the art on the wall in the background... it's alaskan...

took a cab ride home tonight and although he was being cordial he made the stupid mistake of instilling a fear inside me that will haunt me every time I walk home late at night. The genius asks me if I live on Ave C (where I told him to take me), I reply with a yes and he continues to go on about how 2 years ago he was told not to pick anyone up from there because it was a dangerous neighborhood. Gee, thanks for the news update Brian Williams....i'll be sure to write up my will before bed tonight..... like FRIG... what's this guy thinking telling a young girl that the odds of her getting home safe are stacked against her. I wanted to tell him his profession increases his risk of death by 65% but I don't think he would have understood what I was talking about. I just made small talk about speed versus time instead...