Aug
Bummer, dude.
So I’ve found myself in the nightmarish position of searching for an apartment in new york city during a recession with a student’s budget and a severe cat allergy. As Chelsea Peretti says in response to the frequent “Must Love Cats” caveat that follows so many craigslist apartment listings: “No, I mustn’t.” In an attempt to stave off a crippling depression at the thought of uprooting myself from the apartment I’ve lived in for 5 years and for which I pay an absurdly low amount of money, I’m trying to force myself to enjoy the apartment hunt as a sort of anthropological experiment. That said, if anyone who happens to lurk at this particular website knows of a room in the greenpoint, williamsburg, east williamsburg or bushwick area that has a window and remains moderately priced, please drop me a comment. Also, it’s always been my unlikely dream to live in one of those old apartments in Long Island City, near PS 1, so in the off chance that you have stumbled across the blog while searching the internet for a roommate, keep that in mind.
