I noticed a number of St. Patrick’s Day revelers out yesterday sporting green carnations. Is it just me, or are green carnations inextricably linked with Oscar Wilde? Not, I imagine, the image these (mostly frat boy) drinkers were intending to project.
Speaking of whimsical accessories, I think I saw my soulmate on the G-train yesterday. A friend of mine gave me a little stuffed dog she got in a Happy Meal awhile ago, and I carried it in my pocket and played with it on the train (for something to fidget with, or squeeze when I got stressed) until I got sick of it. Yesterday as I was getting on at Court Square, a fellow was passing me, and I noticed him surreptitiously zipping the exact same stuffed dog up in his jacket. !
Speaking of the G-train, the MTA fare hike has gone into effect, which &*(^T*R&^#*R^QW!!!!!!!!!!! Honestly, I really do feel that if you can prove residence off one of the shittier train lines (like, for example, the G: shittiest of all possible lines), you ought to get a lower monthly fare. It only makes sense that if your train experience is consistently agonizing, endless and unpredictable, and is undoubtedly hastening your premature death due to frustration and anxiety over its unbelievable suckitude, you really ought not to have to pay the same price as someone who lives off an efficient and timely train that doesn’t just shut down entirely any time that’s not rush hour.
