You know what sucks about having a tiny apartment in which you can't really host people and having friends who are so accustomed to eating out that they'd think I'd lost my mind if I invited them over for dinner?
No one in this goddamned city is available for gumbo night.
Of course, who the hell knows if you can even get decent andouille in this city anyway? To say nothing of the filet...
Also, if one more person tells me that I will hate my life in August in New York because of the heat and humidity, I'm shipping them down to New Orleans for a year. Take that, asshole.
Signed,
I didn't own a winter coat until junior high school, when I went on a ski trip for the first time.
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