Report from Mid-Town

Things in the city are returning to normal, I guess.  There's still no school due to this Climate Change Emergency, but here on the Upper West Side things are okay.  I'll be going uptown later to check on my little home in Harlem, where things are okay, too.  I haven't been out since Sunday morning when my current hostess, Diane, and I went for a walk by the river.  Outside my window, it sounds like the buses are running.

I'm happy to say that the only time I was alarmed at all is when that crane first started dangling over 57th Street.  That's a few blocks away, but you can see it clearly from the living room window here.  If it would have fallen into the street and busted the gas pipes, that would have been bad.  It's still pretty bad when you consider that the apartments in that building are several million dollars.  I think the fancy ones on the top are 90 million.  It's bullshit that anybody anywhere could spend 90 Million Dollars on an apartment.  One of those billionaire fucks should rebuild the neighborhood in Queens where almost 100 houses burned down.

I'm still kind of grouchy because Buzz Kill ditched Velvet during the hurricane and went over to his girl friend's house, leaving Velvet and Cupcake alone in an apartment where the windows are unstable.  Vagina Dentata had new windows installed several years ago but the job was never properly finished, so wind and water come in around the windows.  I'm sure the masonry is adequate and that the windows wouldn't have flown in or out of the apartment, but it still seems pretty chicken shit to me that a man would ditch his kid during a hurricane just to babysit some whiny bitch who thinks he's big and strong.  But then, the reason I divorced Buzz Kill in the first place is because I believed he was a terminal asshole.

It's true that Velvet is 21 years old - but it's not like he's a responsible adult by any stretch.  And since Cupcake has been avoiding her own family dysfunction by playing house with Velvet on Central Park West for nearly three fucking months, we can only assume she'll be pushing for a wedding now that she and Velvet have survived the Storm of the Century.  Buzz Kill never thinks of things like this, and even if he did, he would continue to ignore any needs besides his own.  In this case, I think he's hoping Velvet is so comfortable that he won't move back in with me when our apartment is ready.  That way, Buzz Kill can keep all the money in the Living Expenses line of Velvet's college account for himself.  Buzz Kill is a cheap dick head that way.  I wrote up the "child support extension" so that a certain amount of money per month would be drawn from the college fund which has yet to be established.  That money would go to cover Velvet's living expenses whether he was in an apartment at a school out of town or living with either parent.  So it's fair that Buzz Kill gets some cash to cover the additional cost of Velvet.  I would get those hundreds every month, too. But I would make stash away some money for grad school or something.  Buzz Kill will buy himself a new bike.
Or maybe another set of spandex shorts so he can continue flashing the world his camel toe.

I'm really pissed.