Day 20

This is my train station !!!!! I love 52nd Street! It was my dream to live here and I made it reality. I am typically the only white person here.

Taking public transit makes me feel liberated and independent and empowered and connected to humanity. I love it. I take the train a lot , and I even take the bus!!! It just makes me super proud of myself because I was actually really afraid of it before. Not like afraid in the sense that I would get hurt, more like I couldn't predict where I could get on and off and I would be late and frustrated. Anyway, I use SEPTA all the time.

It was named the best transit system in America by the "transportation times" or something. Well, that's ridiculous BUT I can say that despite the derisive things everyone says about SEPTA, I can get everywhere on it and it moves a hell of a lot of people everyday.

Day 19

Here are my cats! They like to sit on my side table. They also like to run all over my bedroom and my body l at 4am and hiss at each other. It's annoying. I love them but they peed on my bed. Because I didn't sleep at my house for 3 nights. I learned my lesson.

Nothing else good happened to me today except I hung out with my favorite friend and I sat on his porch and talked about the Haitian revolution.

Day 18

The view from the wonderful Spring Garden St Station! It's on the highway. Something weird happens to me everyone here. Last time a mentally disabled woman borrowed my phone and used it to yell at someone.

Day 17

I went to the Philadelphia history museum! Of course I loved it???? It was free and small and I cried a lot inside. There was a whole room about how incarceration ruins families. And also just random philly words and quotes everywhere. And a huuuuuge map!!!!

Interestingly, the most commented on event during the last 4 decades was the MOVE bombing.

Day 16

My friend and I went to Lancaster, PA! It was my first time in Amish country. We went to the outlets??? Which were terrible ( and not in the way actual inexpensive outlets are crowded and terrible but in the way everything there was still too expensive to afford to buy.)

Anyway, on a wonderful recommendation we went to Good. n Plenty. I ate apple butter and sour kraut and pork and a bite of ham and meatloaf and shoo fly pie????? Also pickled vegetable chowchow and mashed potatoes with white gravy. One might say everything was bland and terrible OR one might say it was SO FUCKING FUN???? With homemade rolls and weird old timely atmosphere.

I FINALLY bought a spoon rest

It says : " KISSIN' DON'T LAST COOKIN' DO"

Which is... So true.

Day 15

Here is 30th Street Station at 2am. Whoops who knew that public transit stops running at midnight??? Had to/Accidentally chose to walk home 5 miles to the bar.

It was a nice, albeit kind of sloshy walk home. Also I walked right on the sidewalk where a neighbor would soon kill himself by jumping out of his own building. I guess im glad that didn't happen while I was right beneath!

Day 14

This is my fave view in the world!!!! A big juicy booty, gin in a cup, awesome wood bar and Summertime by Will Smith blasting. This shit is my jam.

It's Sunday night... Let my server weekend commence!!!!!

I used to dread Sundays and throw up and cry and feel so terrible I wanted to die. Now I dont. Monday is my favorite day of the week. It's do whatever I want day.