Everyone ate a big bowl of stupid for breakfast this morning. Holy shit. I haven't had so many infuriating phone calls in a row since November, and I am not looking forward to that again.

Still can't comprehend how much I love New York. I can barely believe it's a real place, and not just some sort of fairy tale world I made up. I mean, I know it's a city and it's not perfect, but it is just...it's so much. If Paris is my fairytale kingdom, New York is my fairytale kingdom come to life.

I love it.

But seriously, Rochester can suck it. What the fuck kind of bus station was that? No wifi? Seriously. I can't even wrap my mind around this.

Also, I hate riding Greyhound with someone next to me. It's so awkward. And it's even worse, because Upstate New York is filled with so much batshit crazy white trash. The person sitting next to me for a leg was awful, awful, awful, and the people who picked her up looked just as awful and ugh.

And they didn't have wifi, and it was implied that there would be said wifi. And my iPod died.

I'd do it a thousand times to get to New York again next weekend.

~Katie