I finally get to sit down on the subway

It's unfair that we have to make decisions like where to sit on the subway first thing in the morning. Most often there are no seats by the time the train gets to my stop. But this A.M. there it was, the glorious open seat on the B. But the second I sat down my brain caught up. It told me about the stickyness below my seat, not like something had been dropped on the floor but rather like a liquid had spillith over from the seat. And it noticed the faint smell of bum, which didn't appear to be emanating from anyone around me (people were looking pretty normal this morning, it was strange). And it tried to remember if it saw anything wet on the seat before I sat down, but couldn't remember. But since on the commuter subway a seat is like getting a mansion for free, I hunkered down and rode that train, telling myself someone spilt their soda last night. But that doesn't mean I won't smell like a bum's piss for the rest of the day...

you don't have the things that I want

Usually you have everything that I want. You have great museums, lots of people, work, bars, expensive apartments, you know just about what I need to get by. However, today is one of my favorite holidays which I am unable to celebrate.

Today is Oberon Day, 2011.

NYC, if you get Oberon (a delicious summer beer from Bell's Brewery in Kalamazoo, MI), then we will cease fighting while I am drinking it.

your weekend train service doesn't make any sense

We just waited 40 minutes for a train that doesn't exist because your service change notification (aka bullshit) signs don't mention that the replacement train doesn't run on its regular track late at night!
It's very late. I want Dunkin'. You suck.

you're just too pretty.

Being surrounded by beautiful people is intimidating and makes me self conscious, New York.

And if you're not beautiful, I think it's safe to assume you are a tourist.

because it's snowing in late March!!!

Remember last week when it was 70 degrees and sunny and I was dreaming of taking out my summer clothes and putting away my coats? What happened to that? This morning I put on my down coat once again and felt a level of loathing which can only be felt towards something completely uncontrollable.
I was told before moving here that the winters are gross and long, but this is just ridiculous. The blizzard was bad, but at least it took place in WINTER.
Seriously, New York, we need spring now or we're all going to lose it.