Heavy Month, NYC

I'm sort of sick of answering the question "how's NYC?"  It's rough.  And it isn't New York's fault.  I'm the one who came to the epicenter of the worst recession in decades with 300 bucks and one pair of pants, expecting everything to go off without a hitch.

I'm here.  I'm going door to door fundraising for queers.  Get used to it.

Oh also, I could very well get fired from my canvassing job if I don't make a shitload of money tomorrow.  I'm not sure whether to root FOR or AGAINST getting fired.  More on that when it happens.

I'm broke, lonely, and destitute, that's true.  But I'm learning a lot about New York.

(I just looked at Craigslist jobs for 30 minutes and now I'm back (I found a place that's hiring bike messengers))

Anyway, New York is big.  I'm seeing a shitload of it.  I know way more about America than I did 1.5 months ago.  I only have $8.  But I'll survive.  I'm going to get enough money to eat and go to Paris somehow.  I'm going to see a bunch of awesome shows and art and the Statue of Liberty before I leave.  I'll make more friends, and get new pictures of myself tagged on Facebook.  I'm going to be really glad I did this one day.

Just, for Christ's sake, wait until I give some sort of sign that I'm having a fucking blast before asking me how New York is.  It's a little depressing to have to admit that it's so hard.