I also had to watch The New School supersize and mega dorm on 12th Street as well copying NYU and jumping on the mega dorm band wagon confusing the East Village with dorm fodder.
Thanks to Derek for jogging my memory.
July 4 was the best of times and worst of times. Best was the time I spent with a friend -- a real one not a back stabber or an old man trying to play barbie with me where I am the barbie -- gross....and I had an experience so awful that it made me feel like a Viet Nam Vet -- post traumatic stressing -- found myself ptsing again and I am still not out of it.
Has affected my sleep or lack of, eating, exhaustion....everything I have been working to heal.
I find myself wishing for justice....just saw a swarmy creep that came here decided she wanted to get involved in politics, wasn't going to let the fact she wasn't an American citizen stop her and didn't seem to care there were so many American citizens that were not be represented. She told me she would stop giving her landlord a hard time if he paid her a million dollars to leave and so many people being threatened with eviction haven't been offered half that.
Just unpleasant times, unpleasant people, more evictions to come, tougher times as well, more unpleasantness and that is putting it mildly.
