I hate where I live. Of all the places I have lived, NYC was the best and worst but I'll take my worst day there to my best day here with the quickness. No one goes out around here. I was talking to the security guard here at work today and he told me he moved here from Queens and finds it frustrating that no one goes out after work. "They all just go home" he said to me which I found odd but true. "There are no parks or good restaurants and I'm from Queens so if this place is worse than Queens, it has to be bad."

I told him we all call it Resthome and he chuckled, called me a crazy cracker and gave me the soul hand punch thing.

I really need to keep up with the handshakes because I am starting to confuse them and I look like a fool at parties when I throw down the half shake finger grip 45º slap knuckle punch when I should be doing the double daps soul tap technique.

p.s. Blogging is still gay.