Some of you may critique me, correctly, that beneath an otherwise thin veneer I have used this account as a radicalized political agenda, and I'll accept a guilty plea, but things are escalating with PresbyHomes, and oddly, I have stopped being eaten alive by fear and feel liberated. I told Trudy Richardson I hated her and did not care, because I do hate her in her underpaid cut rate nanny state mentality. I hate Debra Horne slightly more, that for another day. But I need a place to stay.
I know asking for help, particularly from Philadelphia tweeters, is probably futile, and doubtlessly many of you don't like my attitude, and suspect I am a softer version of my mother, should do the script combo dance and won't because I quadriplegic enough, but if any of you can think of temporary lodgings I might utilize from center city outward toward Media, I'd be grateful. I do not care about amenities, I just want to stay out of city shelters.
It would be brief, until my mother's sister, hapless father and or little sister and myself can reach consensus. I'll listen to the pins drop.
I only found out my former supervisor left my disability center after her demotion earlier today. My case against her factored into that, likely. Should I express remorse? It doesn't change the fact that Philadelphia destroys its most vulnerable residents, not always with conscious malice, but certainly through its compliance models.
I'd be overjoyed, really, for a comment, or suggestion.
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