that can't be good.

today the subway smells oddly like someone cleaned something in it, and also like someone really, really vomited.

the mentally ill one in the subway, me.

would it be inappropriate, when i get to the bottom of the steps at the exit of the F train, to cry and scream, "I DON'T WANT ANY EXERCISE RIGHT NOW!!!!!"

i feel "at risk" by the number of times i envision myself doing something "clearly mentally ill" in public view, coupled with the number of times i see a middle-aged woman who probably once-upon-a-time had the faculties to 'contain her shit' doing something "clearly mentally ill" in public view

new york is so bad for you, run for the hills if you can

Brooklyn is a sick, sick joke.

Exhibit a) when it rains, this is what the MTA does to you:

• Total time traveled: 40 minutes
• Distance traveled: 1.5 miles
• Number of vehicles you tried to take: 1
• Number of vehicles the MTA gave you weird blue slips and told you to get on: 3
• Number of weird death marches through gross alleys before the MTA tells you where the death march goes to: 1
• Where you were trying to go: JUST THE GYM