Friday, June 22, 2007
It's Today, It's Today, It's TODAY...and Other Musings
Thoughts running through my head as I procrastinate at work...
I Miss the Basement
I'm absolutely, 100% grateful to have a good job where I'm appreciated and respected and the people are normal and the computers work and all that. But as with anything, there's a downside: I have to wear business attire. Me. Lil Miss Overalls and Birkenstocks. In heels and A-line skirts and pinstripes. Sometimes I look at my outfits and want to cry. I want to wear jeans and flip flips and dammit, why not- my pyjamas...
I'm Finally Going
I can no longer ignore my gazillion trillion ailments. Yes, folks, believe it or not- I'm going to the doctor. I've picked out a PCP and an OB/GYN, and I'm setting up appointments for the first week in July. My hands are shaking at just having to type these words. Lord- please don't let me freak out in the waiting room.
It's Today, It's Today, It's TODAY!!!
1408 comes out today, and I couldn't be happier for my sweet boo! I'll be checking out the 7:35 show at the Court Street Stadium 12 in BK...I can barely contain my excitement. Now, I am nervous about how good the movie will be- rarely is a Stephen King adaptation related on the big screen successfully- but I have no doubt that Johnny boy will be brilliant in it, just as he is in everything he does.
What do you get when you mix an ex-husband, a crazed 6-year-old, and five 11- and 12-year olds in an empty Rockland County college dorm with The Jaded NYer for a weekend in July? an episode of COPS waiting to happen...stay tuned!
All Sensitive and Shyt
Last week while on a date, this fool implied that, because I listen to heavy metal and the such, and I don't hang out in Washington Heights and I wear my hair straight, I'm trying to deny my Dominicanismo. And that because I don't wear make up or more "girly" clothes or get mani/pedis, I'm trying to downplay my female-ness. That I do these things to purposely NOT be a part of the stereotypes.
WTF? Can you do me a favor buddy? Don't confuse my uniqueness and open-mindness and low-maintenance lifestyle for your history of self-hate. Okay? Thank you.
(PS- he's kinda right, but god dammit if I was going to admit it!!)
Ha! I did it. I read one of those "urban fiction" books. The kind with titles like Diary of a Street Diva, Cash Money, and A Down Chic. And okay, I'm going to try and NOT be a snob about this, because it's not as if I am strict about my reading preferences: I've read the Shopaholic chic lit books and I'm an avid Stephen King fan. But these books...how can I put it...it's like a public transcript of The Jerry Springer Show except in proper English. And I guess that's where it lost me.
How you gonna try and be ghetto using the king's English? If you gonna be ghetto, go all the way, man. Write in Ebonics! Why not?
Anyway, there were a slew of other problems as well. Needless to say, it was my first and last. I'll post a review on STF later on tonight.
*smooches...waiting to be awed- yet again- by John's new movie*
Sometimes when the cuckoos crying,
when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying,
I take me out and I wander around,
I wander round.