I cannot wait to live with me, myself and I! Dear God, WHEN? After surviving two weeks of my mom treating me like a ten year old when I moved back temporarily because of an illness, I land back in Brooklyn at 10pm, still a little sick, to utter bullshit: my roommate has completely wiped me out. Who but an evil psycho thinks it’s acceptable to rummage through their roomy’s entire life? I mean EVERYTHING ! With all my shower necessities running on empty, my entire cosmetics drawer ransacked, used and abused, my closet contents torn apart and left for dead, I dragged myself over to Duane Reed so I could try and get myself ready and back to work at 6am the next morning. I think I can speak for any New Yorker living with a psycho roommate and say: LOCK YOUR DOORS… ALWAYS! (Oh and the roommate? Gone and hopefully in a ditch somewhere nursing her bruises.)
Monday, Apr 6, 2026
