oh no you did not, miss heather!
so, you know how when you are making fun of yourself, and it's fine, but then someone else joins in, and it's not so cool? well, the same goes for my neighborhood, long island city, because i live there, but it's not so cool for this chick.
firstly, i'm so gonna go there. her name is heather. do i need to say more? i think not.
secondly, i've lived in greenpoint where miss heather resides, and now, i am laughing. hysterically. i think that miss heather mentions something on her about page that she lives near franklin street. oh, i remember the days when there were no restaurants, bars, coffee shops, galleries, or clothing boutiques on franklin street, all of five years ago.
thirdly, miss heather is married which makes her mrs. heather.
fourthly, let me answer the questions she asks about lic. she's a curious one, this mrs. heather.
but where are the cheap digs? not sure what "digs" are, but if she means cheap housing, i'm not sharing.
liquor stores? vernon jackson has a liquor store and two wine stores
bars, and other facilitators of vice my artistic brethren crave? you and your "artistic brethren" who take pictures of dog pooh and blog about it are clearly unaware of the numerous strip joints: river cafe (formerly go-go bar), scandals, runway 69, goldfingers extreme, bubbles lounge, the adult video store right by the third stop of the 7 train...
Unlike Williamsburg (which had real struggling artists in residence not too long ago), LIC appears to have made the quantum leap from being an industrial wasteland to the playground for the artsy fartsy elite. ummm, not so true. lots of "struggling artists" still exist in a lot of illegal loft space, and many very successful artists are still living very cheaply in nice, large illegal lofts because they have lived there for years, beginning when they were once struggling artists. it's just like williamsburg.
Where are the dives? again, not sharing.
Where is the quirky art supply store? oh right, there isn't one, just like in your neighborhood, greenpoint.
Shit, where’s a fucking grocery store? right next door to my apartment building.
firstly, i'm so gonna go there. her name is heather. do i need to say more? i think not.
secondly, i've lived in greenpoint where miss heather resides, and now, i am laughing. hysterically. i think that miss heather mentions something on her about page that she lives near franklin street. oh, i remember the days when there were no restaurants, bars, coffee shops, galleries, or clothing boutiques on franklin street, all of five years ago.
thirdly, miss heather is married which makes her mrs. heather.
fourthly, let me answer the questions she asks about lic. she's a curious one, this mrs. heather.
but where are the cheap digs? not sure what "digs" are, but if she means cheap housing, i'm not sharing.
liquor stores? vernon jackson has a liquor store and two wine stores
bars, and other facilitators of vice my artistic brethren crave? you and your "artistic brethren" who take pictures of dog pooh and blog about it are clearly unaware of the numerous strip joints: river cafe (formerly go-go bar), scandals, runway 69, goldfingers extreme, bubbles lounge, the adult video store right by the third stop of the 7 train...
Unlike Williamsburg (which had real struggling artists in residence not too long ago), LIC appears to have made the quantum leap from being an industrial wasteland to the playground for the artsy fartsy elite. ummm, not so true. lots of "struggling artists" still exist in a lot of illegal loft space, and many very successful artists are still living very cheaply in nice, large illegal lofts because they have lived there for years, beginning when they were once struggling artists. it's just like williamsburg.
Where are the dives? again, not sharing.
Where is the quirky art supply store? oh right, there isn't one, just like in your neighborhood, greenpoint.
Shit, where’s a fucking grocery store? right next door to my apartment building.
Labels: greenpoint, lame-o, long island city, miss heather
posted by hazeldove at 4:38 PM
5 Comments:
let it go.. this woman (Heather) makes bar graphs about dog shit. We should sic Christian Slatter on her ass!!! (Heathers 1995)
where are the dive bars? princess means the bars populated by midwestern twenty somethings playing tough in the big city. you know the one bar that once a month actually lets a polish local pop in for a beer...edgy!
where is the grocery store? princess means the natural organic bio wholesome holistic wheatgrass sorbet starbucks garden shoppe...c-town? what?
fuck her. she'll be laughing when daddy gets sent up for tax fraud and has to stop funding her artistic endevour which i guess is 'living in a big city! edgy'
also please note how many times this jackass has called the fucking cops in the last seven hours.
What the fuck is wrong with you? Why are you so passionate about a shit hole in queens or any other of the burroughs of this horrific city. You make it sound like living here for a long time is an accomplishment, "i lived in greenpoint five years ago", so what, big fucking deal...again WHAT THE FUCK EXACTLY IS WRONG? My advice to you is get on a plane and go somewhere, check out the big wide world outside of these five garbage heaps (and do so without the company of other garbage heap dwellers). There are people who have never heard of queens or brooklyn or manhattan, they will give you food they will smile at you - they will help you heal. Find these people, it is for your own good.
At least Miss Heather uses English grammar and punctuation properly...
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