Do I lie?

Now that I'm starting to talk to menfolk again, the question of my neighborhood almost always comes up. Usually it's good for some funny stories that make me seem self-deprecating, and a little sad, but in an adorable way. The only rub is when the dude is super PRO-BROOKLYN. There was one guy who actually BOUGHT a home near my craptastic apartment. Why you would want to PURCHASE something on my little runway to hell, I'll never understand. But do I fake it? Do I pretend to like this monstrosity, or so I tell them how I plan to run back to Queens first chance I get? I think I keep it vague until date 2.

Except that dude who bought the house, he's nuts and I just can't respect that kind of insanity. Later, buddy.

Caliope is still sick. She's eating more, which is good. But still pooping. I found a lady who will take her and treat her and then give her away to someone. I don't want to come to that, but I suppose it is a good last option. I think it would possibly kill me.