The Big Apple has Taken a Bite Outta Me...
I've been living in NY for a little over 2 months and I just realize that I do not have one single friend. It's kind of sad and pathetic. Sure, I have my husband and he's nothing short of wonderful, but I need friends to go shopping with. I need friends to go to the salon with. I need friends to go out to coffee and gossip with. Male or female, or whatever... I need a friend!
When I was in Undergrad back in Ohio it seems like I had friends out the ass. For my 21st birthday party, I had so many friends that we filled up an entire bar. I had so many friends that for my Senior Recital I recieved dozens of bouquets of flowers and had an entourage follow me for an after party at a local resturaunt. When I got married, all of my friends witnessed it. I had friends to go shopping with, friends to go to the salon with, friends to go out for coffee and gossip with...Hell, whenever I would fart a friend would appear out of nowhere.
I was like JLo, with only a portion of the large ass.
Now I'm in NY. Where I have no friends. Where they all think I'm some kind of hick because I'm not like them. Because i speak with a funny accent. Because I can't afford the same things they can afford.
I just want some friends, dammit!
The big apple has officially taken a bite outta me....and it's not pleasant.