The Story of Why I am a Bad Blogger and What is to Become of Me

The important thing to note here is the sky. I did not make this up.. the sky was a brilliant brilliant shade of purple. Irrelevant to this post, but oh so true.

I am a bad blogger. There's no getting away from this fact. I last wrote something on July 14th. JULY FOURTEENTH. That's such a lifetime ago I don't even remember who I was then.

I was toying with the idea of writing some posts and dating them in the past so it would be like I'd been a good blogger all along.. but that's not the truth. And I've recently discovered I'm incapable of lying. And also, plus, additionally, there's reasons why I haven't sat and done this for a while.

First one was that my lovely sister Eleanor (or as I more affectionately call her - EEnor, in the style of an ambulance siren.. yeah, long story) came to stay for a whopping two weeks. That's a long time.

If you see this girl, shout EENOR EENOR at her in the street. She loves that.

We did lots of things, I think I literally showed her every area in New York City. We went rowing in Central Park, where we discovered that Eleanor can not row. At all. For a moment, I thought she'd got it down, but then I realized we were rowing into a rock.

Row row row your boat. Or at least attempt to.

So also, we ventured to Strawberry Fields. Where we witnessed a super wicked argument between two hobos. I mean, you can't make this shit up.

Hobos not pictured.

We were cultural and went to my favorite museum... Guggey:

If you're in NYC, go here. Go, like, yesterday. It's great.

And got topical in Times Square:

November 08: It's not just a right. It's  a responsibility.

And lastly we cracked out the Soprano's catchphrases in Little Italy. 

Fugheddaboudit... CAPICHE?!!

There's literally nothing Eleanor loves more than a cliched Italian-American catchphrase.

How YOU doin???

As you can see we had lots of fun. 

And as for the other reasons as to why I am a Bad Blogger... it's because I have to go. I have to leave. I have haul-ass out of this town so, so soon. 

And I really don't know how.