I Was Told To Write A "Happy" Post

I've been having the shittiest of shitty weeks! I mean, so bad that I've cried, oh, no less than 6 times and as I write this it's not even Friday.

Smarty Jones suggested a write a happy post to make me feel better but you know what? I can't, because I'm right smack in the middle of this down cycle that sort of crept up on me when I wasn't looking.

Long story short- my thesis will take at least two weeks to a month to finish (I'm aiming for July 1st!) instead of being done by last Monday like I wanted, and it looks like I'll be out of a job by then, too.

>>>COINCIDENTALLY, if any of you know of a writing/editing/admin asst/McDonald's cashier positions available in NYC, I'd appreciate the head's up. I have 2.5 mouths to feed (I can always do without... you've seen my belly!) and a sizable monthly rent bill.<<<



Instead, I can tell you that while taking my evening shower yesterday I solved the character issues I had with my story Grey Matter... I loved the opening line but it was fucking up the rest of the story, so it occurred to me to change the SECOND line and POOF- story fixed. I can't tell you how relieved it was to finally have a solution for that story... it was slowly eating me alive!



I can also tell you that Jack sent me the cutest note pad jotter and pen set for my birthday and I love him/miss him dearly!! I know I'm behind on my Thank You cards, people, but I'm getting to it, PROMISE!!



Also, Titi Gloris reminded me that I need to go pick up my birthday gift. How could I have forgotten that?? I'll be over there Sunday afternoon for sure!



And finally, I got an email from my favorite sweatbox in Williamsburg, and it informed me that DJ Medina is spinning this weekend. Forget my usual 1st Saturdays + Soda Bar routine... you can find me there! And I know he'll play at least TWO Juan Luis Guerra tunes for me if I ask nicely and YES, Smarty, that will, in fact, make me happy.

(y mira aqui who's all of a sudden tryna be down with Dominicans.. I see you Zoe!)



But not as happy as I'll be once I hand in my resignation!



*smooches...checking the calendar to see if it's PMS week*
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its the only reason as to why I've shed so many tears this week... but nope, that's next week. OH LORD! You mean it's about to get WORSE?!?!

(hope you enjoyed the Juan Luis medley... he is what makes me really, really happy, if not a little "homesick")

It's Minnie's Birthday Y'all!

And she's gonna curse me out three ways from Sunday but WHATEVER... bitch is 36-years-young today.

Yeah, I did it. And WHAT??

Now, it's oh-so-difficult to convince this girl to get in front of the camera, so here are some oldies but goodies I snatched from previous blogs to add to her birthday tribute:

Why is she looking at me like that?? Suspect...


She just KNEW she was styling in her yellow dress


And she's pretty funny when she's drunk


She's pretty much like an older sister (that's N giving me bunny ears in the background. GRRR!)


And came allllll the way to NJ to see me graduate


Just know, if you mess with anyone in the family, most likely this face:


will be the last one you see before you're knocked the fuck out. Except she won't be smiling. Cause that's how Minnie rolls, son!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CUZ!!!!!!!!!!

*smooches...just for Minnie today*
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everybody, join me in wishing her the best today :D

"Wherefore Art Thou, Lightening?"

Besides my recent blog break, I recently took a mini (i.e. 2-day) Twitter break, too. Just an all-around tech break to get some peace and quiet. Some people didn't take to kindly to that...

HIM: You know you want to twitter, Raquim. Don't deny your feelings!! TWITTER. TWITTEEEERRRRRR! ;-)

ME: Lucifer? How did you get my number?

HIM: As it turns out, Jesus stinks at poker. That halo is such a tell. Sucker!!

*smooches...resolved to never give Jesus my number again*
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I mean, if you can't trust THAT fool to keep your private number, you know, PRIVATE, then who can you trust?!?!

Where's My George?

I read over yesterday's post and realized how smooshy-wooshy feel good it sounded and I all but threw up in my mouth! I think the suburbs of NJ have started to infiltrate my brain.

It reminded me of Jerry's transformation in the Serenity Now episode, as seen here:



Since when am I happy? And smiling? And all of a sudden motivated to finish my thesis? OMG, and just yesterday I had the urge to rub this pregnant woman's belly! WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Where's the antidote to this shit? I can't, I repeat, I CAN'T lose my edge. I love my edge. It was so...EDGY!

And all y'all who were like, "love the positivity" and cheering me on need to be smacked!

I need a Costanza to scare me straight... SERENITY NOWWWWWW!

*smooches...admitting my fear of happiness*
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but seriously, don't let me get all fluffy bunny n shit. I beg of you!

This Summer Has The Potential To Be Great

Especially since 2009 has proven to be full of shit up to date, with the exception of a handful of fun times.

I spent the weekend at Mami's again, half working/half loafing...100% loving it.

My Twitter followers know that part of this is due to her Verizon FiOS hook-up, which, by the way, is freakin AWESOME! (Seriously, Verizon, you need more spokespeople? Call me, I got you... and PS- when you coming w/the FiOS to Greenwood Heights, son?!? As ShellyShell would say: I need it in my life!)

But besides that, my mom's house is just so peaceful, even with the crazy Polish/Greek/Mexican neighbors who had some sort of family reunion party complete with loud ass music until almost midnight (just wait until WE have our parties... they don't know from noise!).

I mean there was crap everywhere and Mami & I are in this back and forth over how much G-D furniture she's trying to cram into this house, but I know in the end everything will be beautiful and I'm so excited about that.

And the yard & lawn need some serious TLC, the likes of which we don't know how to give, but that's nothing a hose or watering can or sprinkler system can't remedy. Plus, I eventually need to overcome my fear of her lawn mower because it's starting to look like Jurassic Park back there.

AND lets not forget the pool! I do believe that will be priority ONE once school's out, and even though it's not heated I'm so looking forward to it that it's not even funny.

But enough about this house, though. I love it there and it's the perfect weekend retreat from the beautiful chaos that is NYC, but this summer is just burgeoning with greatness just waiting for me to grab at it.

Like getting a new gig or getting published. Getting back to my fitness goals and having loads of quality face time with the babies that don't involve the words "did you finish your homework?" Graduation at FDU (hopefully I can show my face on campus with a completed thesis in hand... I can sort of feel my motivation creeping in) and a handful of exciting side projects I have for myself.

Then there are METS games at Citifield, the free concerts throughout NYC, outdoor film screenings at dusk, Dominican Night at the NY International Film Festival, kayaking in BK and, finances willing, a trip home to see my family and finally have that heart to heart with Grandma I've been putting off for a decade.

Finally, and I'm only writing this because if I don't one of the NYC Bloggers will call me on it, there's the potential to end my "Men Ain't Shit" campaign, courtesy of one really nice man, pending further approval from all The Voices. So far Clem is the only one who is over the moon, but I think she's on a mission to secure a majority vote from the others. And that's all I'm gonna say about that.

*smooches...hoping all our fabulous summer plans see the light of day*
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although life does have a way of throwing us curve balls... let's just hope we're good at hitting those suckers out of the park, OK?