I've not been carrying a camera so instead of getting a pictured of a half inside out latex glove on the sidewalk (dirty), today you get a Google Image search shot of Kate's Paperie in Soho. Walking into Kate's, a visitor was overwhelmed with color and texture of their over 40,000 papers. It was even impressive to a non-crafty person like myself. All of this description is useless to any of you though, because the place is gone. It's probably going to be replaced with an American Apparel, the store that has turned employee-exploitive pseudo-p0rn into a globilization nightmare. Please don't shop there.
Not super interesting, but I did stand up a girl named Jill at Kate's once because she didn't believe in evolution. Being single was not more fun than now, but it did create more blog fodder.
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Also on my shoulders this morning…cleaning lady guilt. The wtb (yes I blame her) talked me into hiring a cleaning lady and this morning was her first visit. The second she picked up the broom, I thought about how I PAY to go to the gym and now I PAY someone to sweep my floor. Couldn't I eliminate both and just clean the damn place myself? It's a vicious battle inside me between my laziness and cheapness, each vile combatant pooping guilt into my brain.
Wilma, the hard working woman who is sweeping my floors, likes coffee with Half-n-Half or tea with cinnamon sticks. Tonight, I will be buying Half-n-Half and cinnamon sticks. By her fifth visit, I expect to be getting up at 6AM to cook her a full breakfast, all to assuage my blue-collar guilt.
Still, it will be nice to have a clean tub. I hope she does the mirrors, too. I get a little crazy with the flossing.