Love Relentlessly

Love Relentlessly

• July 26, 2011

Forever 21 Blouse
Modcloth Skirt
Seychelles Wedges

I'm pooped. Being a daily commuter is no easy feat and I think my exhaustion is leaving me on the brink of being sick. It's actually not too bad having to commute home from the city or within the city - the worst part is waking up and dragging yourself to the train station. Then you're sitting on this train for an hour and struggling to stay awake when all you want to do is hide under your covers again. But then you realize you can't risk sleeping since you've gotta transfer trains and you wanna be the first one out the door -  otherwise, you'll be stuck behind all the slow walkers who stand on the escalator instead of walking down it despite the giant line of people rushing to work building up behind them. This usually results in "Bitch Jen" who anxiously pushes past people, mutters quick apologies, and knocks over old women into trash cans (but not really...sort of). It also doesn't help that I have a bad case of chronic bitch face. So I apologize if you catch me whacking you out of the way in the city. I don't mean to injure you but I've got a train to catch and a lonely bed who is awaiting my arrival. Now I understand why people always look so grumpy in the city...they come across me. If you're one of those people that can remain pleasant during rush hours and slow walkers, I salute you. I, on the other hand, will continue to tear shit apart in the big apple. Hide your wife, hide your kids, because Jen's walking the streets of New York.

P.S. I am also aware that my post title has nothing to do with my post. It's just a nice little reminder for me (and for you).