Thursday, December 07, 2006

I'm Being Forced to Read the Paper

So working in PR means you have to know all the major headlines in all the major tri-state area newspapers everyday before 9AM.

Yeah, that's what I said, too.

There is so much information crammed into my poor, beer-soaked brain right now that I think it might implode. Some dude gets shot outside a strip joint by the cops; a boy gets jumped in Union Square; Lindsay Lohan sends some crazy email to her lawyer that is leaked to Page Six...I just can't keep up! The only way to get these stories out of my head is to do the same thing I do when a song just won't leave me alone: write it down.

Here's the recent news, according to me, the Jaded NYer...

1. 50 Bullets
I agree that was excessive, but here's my problem with this story: a) why were they taking the stripper home? b) why did Bell ram his car into the cops? c) why do cops carry around THAT MUCH ammo d) why do black people keep inviting Al Sharpton into their lives? I can't STAND him!

Listen, plain and simple, if dude hadn't been so preoccupied with getting some skanky stripper ass the night before his wedding to his baby momma, his ass would still be alive today.

2. Pelosi and Murtha
I don't usually follow politics, but a couple of weeks ago the NY Times had this cover story on Nancy Pelosi endorsing John P. Murtha as the next House majority leader, and how no one else backed it and they chose some other dude instead. With the article was this pic:

That's Murtha, in the back, to the right, with the STANKEST look on his face, while Pelosi and the REAL House majority leader ham it up for the press. That made me laugh so hard I almost peed my pants!

3. You Mean I Gotta Be Sober on My Commute?
Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!
Commuters on the LIRR are complaining because the bar-car may be abolished. Listen you alcoholics, stop being whiny-assed babies and just have a beer at Charlie O's at Penn Station before you get on the train instead, okay? Geez- it's not the end of the freakin' world. Give your liver a BREAK!

4. News from the Dominican Republic:
A) No More Haitians?
Foreign Relations Minister Carlos Morales Troncoso, a former sugar cane industry executive, highlighted the fact that the trend is for increased investments in farming mechanization that will eliminate the need for Haitian labor in sugar cane fields. Dominicans reject the hard work of sugar cane cutting, which has led to thousands of Haitians being allowed to migrate to the country to take their place. These Haitians live in settlements called bateyes, many languishing today as the number of jobs declines because farms are being mechanized.

But, who will be our scapegoats if the Haitians stop crossing the border to do the work uppidy Dominicans don't want to do? Who?? WHO???

B) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
In a press release, the Cerveceria Nacional Dominicana (that produces Presidente beer) says that beer drinkers will be most affected by the fiscal reform, estimating that they will pay more than 36% of RD$ 17.5 billion the government is trying to collect. Currently there is a tax on beer depending on the percentage of alcohol, but the fiscal reform looks to impose a selective tax on beer. Teodoro Hidalgo, Director of Corporate Affairs for Grupo Leon Jimenes, says that this tax increase means that beer in the DR will become one of the most expensive in the hemisphere.

First they take our Haitians, now they want to make it harder to buy beer...why even bother living?

5. Hey, This OrthoTriCyclen Tastes Like Hubba Bubba...
Are they kidding me with this one? Chewable Contraceptive? I can see it now: "Jenny can you please spit out your gum? You know it's not allowed in class" "But Mrs. Funkenmeyer, it's my birth control gum!" Now I guess you can be a whore and chew gum like one, too! Whatever happened to the Rhythm Method, huh? Actually, maybe you shouldn't take birth control advice from me...

Okay, that's enough with the news. My head hurts and I need a shower to take the stench of society off of me.

*smooches...with icky newspaper ink all over the place...*
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No creo en Venus ni Marte
No creo en Carlos Marx
No creo en Jean Paul Sartre
No creo en Brian Weiss
Solo creo en tu sonrisa azul
En tu mirada de cristal
En los besos que me das

Monday, December 04, 2006

Oh This Is Gonna Be Fun!!

Someone, who will remain nameless, sent me a song, "Lovin' You" by Javier, that I played on repeat, over and over, before I went to bed. And it moved my funky mood further along to the depths of funkdom. I got a little bummed because the dude in the song is serenading his one true love. We've been over this, I know, the myth of the "One True Love" but it's hard to shake when it's shoved down your throat on iTunes...on repeat...over and over and over.

This brought me to a place no promiscuous 31-year-old should EVER go: reminiscing about ALL of my ex-boyfriends, trying to determine if I had that great love already and let him go. I stupidly opened up that mental Rolodex and read every footnote of every tryst I tried to keep secret even from myself. And now thanks to the wonder that is cyberspace, you, too, can travel back in time with me, and visit (or re-visit for the lucky few who've known me a while) the myriad of, ehm, true-love candidates I've had the pleasure (misfortune?) of being involved with. Please note that I am not counting the fake childhood boyfriends that came around before the age of ten- everybody has those and they're just plain dumb; nor am I counting the tequila-induced mistakes that may or may not have occurred after my separation. Your honor, I plead the fifth...

So here goes. Get a cup of coffee, sit back, and enjoy the ride (no pun intended). This is gonna take a while:
[UPDATE: The names have been changed from actual names to initials to protect the innocent AND the guilty]

1. R- son of a bodega owner with whom my mom hung out. He had to be at least 16 if he was a day; I was twelve. I remember him looking like that rat guy from the Ninja Turtles- remember him? What was that rat's name? If anyone remembers, tell me. Anyway, he was my first date and first kiss. We broke up because I wanted his brother, J, instead.

True-Love-o-Meter: 0. I didn't even feel bad about ditching him for his brother. R was just a notch on my brand new dating belt.

2. J- R's brother. I thought he was the cat's pyjamas! I remember him with caramel skin and soft hair and dreamy bedroom eyes. We also made out a lot, but he was more daring (and older) than R; he would hold me "close" and let me know just how "happy" he was that we were making out. We broke up when my good friend AR came to school with a picture of her new dreamy boyfriend...one guess as to who he was...I hear they have three kids now...

True-Love-o-Meter: 2. We would have had pretty babies, but he was not a citizen and you know my foreign policy is not as lenient as that of the Texas/Mexico border. And besides I think he's in jail now...

3. JS- we were in the same grade but I was in the "smart" class and he was...a cute jock. He played basketball like nobody's business and has the most gorgeous light-brown eyes EVER! I was still twelve, but this time, so was he (see; I'm capable of learning!). I think it was 7th grade. We made out a WHOLE lot and it felt oh so cool to date a "bad boy" when I was considered to be such an angel! We broke up because he dumped me for a 14 year old girl with HUMUNGOID breasts. Jokes on him...if he'd just waited a couple more years...

True-Love-o-Meter: 5. I was pretty smitten with him; we were on and off for two years, and you know at that age EVERYTHING is true love. But he wasn't very smart; I would have tired of him.

4. K- I think he was the rebound guy from JS. I barely remember him, except that he wore glasses and I let him get to third base on the eighth grade trip to a dude ranch. We never really broke up, more like faded away and became friends instead, like a fuck buddy except we never had sex.

True-Love-o-Meter: 0. I was using him, plain and simple. Our relationship meant NADA to me.

5. M- he was a senior when I was a freshman in HS; I liked his new-bohemian style and chiseled jaw- very superman from the comics look...yum! Plus older men used to make me drool LOL. I ended things because he wanted to go further than I did (in HS I actually attended church and taught Sunday Catechism classes- don't laugh!).

True-Love-o-Meter: 0. He was a freshman fling; nothing more.

6. E- I'd known him since junior high, but never saw him as a love interest. I remember that he pursued me until I got tired of running and agreed to date him. He had a sexy, James Earl Jones meets Barry White voice that made me flutter and was an awesome kisser! He and I were on and off throughout the latter part of HS I think; after graduation, we took our relationship a little further without going all the way. Sort of like our former Prez and his intern, if you get my drift. But a part of me always saw him as just a really good friend. We broke up because I dumped him in a "Dear E" letter the fall after I went away to college.

True-Love-o-Meter: 7. E and I had a lot of potential to be one of those couples who get married after graduation. But he ruined it by a) not being taller than me and b) converting from Catholicism (again, I was still blindly faithful to the church). When he changed his name to and would preach to me about not eating pork and stuff, I knew it was over for good. They'd brain-washed him. We tried the friendship thing but ended up losing touch sometime after 9/11.

7. LD- he worked with me at McDonald's and was a TAAAALLLLL drink of dark dark water from Panama. That boy made me SWOON with his kisses. We broke up because, like 99% of the Latino men I knew, he had another chick on the side. I told him it's all or nothing with me, he hesitated, and I walked!

True-Love-o-Meter: 2. I would never have tolerated cheating so it was destined to end.

8. DR- he was a guy I used to make E jealous (this was during one of the many times we were "off") that kind of got under my skin. We never went as far as he would have liked, and till this day he says I "owe him one." We're still friends. We broke up because...I don't know why, but it might have had something to do with the fact that he told me: "Jewish guys use Catholic girls for practice."

True-Love-o-Meter: 0. We were of different faiths and socio-economic backgrounds. Our fling was fun-based at best and nothing more. He was an asshole back then but he's a sweetie now and I wouldn't change a thing about our friendship!

9. KV- I met him during orientation freshman year of college. By this time E had started in on me with the not eating pork schpiel and he didn't make time to come visit me in New Jersey at my grandmother's before I went away to school. So I was kind of over him at this point, and KV was a sexy track team member from Grenada with a VERY sexy accent and the smoothest, chocolaty skin EVER! I lost my virginity to him, but we broke up because he was trying to rule me and that is a no-no.

True-Love-o-Meter: 3. He was a cutie but that West Indian machismo shit gets tired REAL FAST!!

10. C- he was a Super Senior when I was a freshman and made the transition away from KV that much easier. He was also the reason I sent E the "Dear E" letter. He was also the one that knocked me up sophomore year and convinced me to marry him in 1999 and have another baby in 2000 (okay, the second baby was my idea...details, details...). I remember falling for his green eyes...I don't think I need to tell you how we broke up...

True-Love-o-Meter: 5. despite the fact that I spent 13 years with him, it was not true love. Between you and me? I was just about to break up with him when I found out I was pregnant all those years ago. I had my eye on a very handsome Kappa Psi brother...but the baby kind of put an end to all that.

11. D- he and I first spoke in January of this year but finally had a "first date" on Cinco de Mayo; he was a definite cutie, Guyanese and loads of fun...and well if we're being honest here, really, really good in bed (hey- you don't read this blog because I candy-coat things- okay?). We broke up in August because he felt that, "If we continue on this path, I feel that things will get really serious, and I'm not ready for all that." I was pretty bitter about that one (some of you remember it well...did I mention how I lost 20lbs?) but am better now. I realized that it was a bruised ego and the ghost of JS coming back to haunt me...plus I found a journal entry from two weeks before we broke up where I was contemplating ending things, too. I was just mad because he beat me to it. We still speak once in a blue moon...


...and if you want the 100% uncensored truth? We hooked up again after we broke up. I believe the term is "friends with benefits."

True-Love-o-Meter: 6. I dug him a lot, but he lost points for a) being younger than me, b) not being taller than me, c) being a chain smoker, d) his rampant drug-use (so what if I often joined him...sooooo besides the point) and d) not having a college degree. Seems kind of petty, but I can only speak truth, folks. Sue me! He got a high score for his AWESOME bed skills, though, his caring, selfless nature and his ability to make me laugh as if we'd known each other for years!

Now I know you are all wondering: what about John Cusack? Isn't he your great love? Why isn't John on the list?


Here's where I confess that, although I speak of him often as if we have a real relationship, I realize he is nothing more than my fantasy; he's probably gay or not into Latin chicks. He doesn't know I exist and I am quite content worshipping him from afar. There. I said it.

So wow, from this list it appears that E and I were the best match. But that damn religion thing...if he'd just let up on that...we coulda made it work...another reason to loathe organized religion: it cost me my one true love!

*smooches...with so many notches I had to buy a brand new belt!
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Got stains on my t-shirt
and I'm the biggest flirt
Right now I'm solo,
but that will be changing eventually, oh
Got bruises on my heart
and sometimes I get dark
If you want my auto,
want my autobiography
Baby, just ask me

Saturday, December 02, 2006

French Fries: The New Heroin

Yesterday was not so good.

I had some really bad cramps. And I'm trying this new thing where I don't take anymore painkillers and just work through it. What the hell was I thinking? I barely made it through the day without cursing somebody out.

I had to go see some crappy performance at K's school. Not that she's crappy- of course not; my kid is fabulous. Her classmates, however...well let me not speak ill of them. Lets just say I left early.

I wanted to visit my grandfather in the hospital. He was supposed to have had surgery to remove his gall bladder earlier that morning and I wanted to make sure he was okay. I called his room and there was no answer. When I call my cousin she informs me that they had just taken him into the O/R. That hospital...jesus christ...but ya'll already know what I think of medical professionals so I won't go into it again.

Then I came home and am informed by my landlord that he's raising the rent 10% starting with January's rent. He's blaming increased taxes and utility bills (I get free heat and hot water). I suppose it has nothing to do with all the renovations they've done to their own apartment or the bun his wife has in the oven? But what can I do? I can't afford to move again. I'll just have to suck it up and find a way to pay it.

All this shit culminated in me making a b-line to McDonald's, a place I have not been to in like three or four months. I needed something greasy and fattening and bad for me, and I needed to eat it while watching My Bare Lady on iTunes: poisoning my brain AND my body.

And a funny thing happened as I finished the last slurp of my orange drink...I felt a little intoxicated, as if I'd just taken five hits off a six-foot bong and done three keg stands. My eyes could barely stay open. People, I was HIGH ON FRENCH FRIES!! Can you imagine? I guess it's what happens when your body is free of those fast food toxins and then ingests it as if for the first time. Same as when my kids eat anything sugary (because I don't allow high fructose corn syrup products in my house) and start acting like meth heads.

I passed out on my couch fully clothed and with all my make-up on as if I'd partied hard or something. And this morning I had such a french fry hangover...man, I'm never doing that again! The next time I have a bad day, I'm just going to find some random loser on craigslist's casual encounters personals, make him my sex slave, and then toss him out like yesterday's newspaper. No more McDonald's for me...

*smooches...*
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These are the days that I've been missing
Give me the taste give me the joy of summer wine
These are the days that bring new meaning
I feel the stillness of the sun and I feel fine

Friday, December 01, 2006

Funny, I Don't LOOK Unhappy in this Picture...

My dear sweet Jack, who may just be a bigger pack rat than me, produced a letter that I had written him in 1993 via email, in which I proceded to tell him how truly unhappy I was with life in general and sent it over to me. Since I read it I have not been able to get in a really good mood. Mainly because most of what I wrote in that letter could have easily been written today.

And this is that part where you all begin to wonder if maybe I'm bi-polar...don't worry. I wonder that, too. But I'm not going to a shrink so don't even suggest it.

The letter reads, and I quote: "...I've come to the conclusion that I am not really happy, that I'm not really laughing when I laugh, but I always really cry when I cry..."

Then I go on to whine about my mortality: "...no matter how great something is supposed to feel, I know its going to end soon."

The clincher, of course, reads like the theme of my entire MFA creative thesis: "...Is happiness even a real concept to be acheived?"

Was I really this miserable in college? What the fuck was going on? And why am I still in the same funk?

All of a sudden I'm craving some pizza and wings from the Sub Shop and a whole case of Schlitz beer...

*smooches...behind a wall of tears...*
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i am sitting, watching
out the window of the coffee shop
and i'm waiting, waiting
waiting for it to let up
i am rocking like a cradle
warming my hands with the cup in between
i am leaning over the table
holding my face over the steam

Monday, November 27, 2006

Humble Pie is for Suckers and Ugly People!

I am a beautiful person, inside and out, and sometimes I get so caught up in what other people are doing around me that I forget that I'm so special, so beyond great, so fabulously fucking fabulous!

Since June, I've lost 20lbs, on my own, without a trainer or a nutritionist- that's a whole dress size, that's half of my six-year-old, that's probably what my leg used to weigh- and that's a great accomplishment for me.

I earned a place in a graduate program for talented writers, all on my own, despite my dismal undergraduate transcripts, despite Mr. Peemoeller telling me I wasn't cut out for college because I was unfocused and hard to discipline (it's all part of my charm, Mr. P) and received a grant from this program for being the most promising student of my incoming class. Me! And my class included a published author!

After years and years of putting up with my faux marriage because I didn't think I could make it on my own and had nowhere to go, I found my courage and I left him, got my own place, and despite a few cash-flow problems am doing fine.

I am a loyal, caring friend, ride or die 100%. Someone crosses you, my friend, they cross me. You kill your lover in his sleep? "Officer, she was with me all night." You get thrown in jail? I'm the one sitting beside you saying, in between bouts of laughter, "damn that shit was FUN!"

I am wise; a unique marriage of street and book smarts that can only be appreciated by those who possess the same qualities...you know who you are my dears because we've been friends FOREVER!

I can switch hit between the arts and the sciences with a twitch of my nose (okay maybe not history, but I've seen a few historical movies...does North and South count? Patrick Swayze sure was dreamy in that uniform...) and grasp both concepts as if I'd studied them all my life. Probably because I've been in school since I was 5. But I digress...

I cook a mean chili and bake a mean carrot cake WITH homemade cream cheese frosting. I can knit you a kicking new scarf and teach myself any computer program under the sun...no manual needed.

I can appreciate Billie Holiday, James Taylor, Franki Ruiz, Metallica and 50 Cent, and what makes them so great when shuffled together on my iTunes- it's a mix you just can't beat.

I'm a good mom, raising two independent, self-sufficient, intelligent and beautiful girls who will one day rule this world...so be nice to the little one; she keeps a list...

And when some lucky guy finally convinces me that monogamy is in fact a natural thing and not invented by The Man to keep us down, barefoot and pregnant, he will be getting the best woman William and Mercedes could have ever conceived, and Miguel and Rafaela could have ever nurtured. He will thank his lucky stars every night!

I am an all-powerful, amazon warrior, not just some sniveling girl...

*smooches...sportin' a brand new deadly sin*
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...so no matter what i think i need
you know i can't possibly
have a need in this world

come and come for that sweet sweetness
i'll be your never ending vending machine
i could never need to be alone
never need to be my own
as much as you need your queen...