I hate it here.

I usually try to be funny on this bad boy, and talk about how hilarious all my neighbors are, but really it's time to fess up. I truly hate it here. I've never hated living in a locale more then I hate it here. Walking out my front door - just defeats me every single day. Whether it's the man who tries to grab me walking to my door cause I looked cold ("let me warm you up shorty"). Or the lady who yells at me because I don't hold the door for her even though I have 2 dogs and there are so many people congregated outside my door - I can't even get outside. I feel angry coming home. I see my neighbors - the guy who lives on the fourth floor- who has to take the elevator up one flight, just so he has somewhere to throw the cookie he's eating when he decides he doesn't want anymore (Kielbasa really appreciated it).

I lived in the most ghetto apartment in Williamsburg. I didn't have a door, and I lived in an attic with another dude. Granted he was a hot dude, but I assure you he wanted nothing to do with me. We had no AC and the place was a shack, but I liked it more then here. I lived with all the yuppies in the Hoboken, where it was a million miles from the city. No one came to visit, and I never left NJ, but it was better then here.

Why did I leave Queens?