What'll it be

I'm certain that one night someone's gonna poke me with something sharp through my flimsy window curtains. Don't know from where they'll come or what instrument of mass injury will be used, but as certain as I sit here - with this the least bit pressing but The most poignant matter at hand, I will be poked.

questions to the universe

Why do Caribbean magazines all insist on this hard, stiff, stiff. paper? It's hell trying to tear a page out at the library or someone's office :| I like Vouge's, Elle, Marie Clarie, everyone with regular, soft, easy to tear magazine paper.

And why do they charge double or time and a half for a mixed juice. If OJ is $10 and Lemon is $10 why is OJ & Lemon mixed $15? it's the same ratio of 40% ice 60% liquid :| do I have to pay for labor? You reaching into the chiller twice?

And what's with...gosh can't member, so uBer hungry. Had a shoot today at this ace cool funky clothing store on Murray Street. grin. they've got this Cafe in the mall...with sucky magazine paper and expensive juice.

Who's the baldhead dude?

It's Saturday morning, 11.37 and there's a bald muscled man in a wife-beater charging around my yard. I'm always up for some random excitement, but, it's early, I'm ever so slightly hungover (or not, maybe I'm just slightly more hungry than usual) and my car's not parked in it's spot, (giving mr muscles more bellowing space) which, happens ever so often on slightly wasted nights.

The only unnerving factor in this melee is:
I've recently painted my room, a very preddie lilac-ish color, a beauty, none of my existing curtains do it justice, so, I'm going curtain-less - which has been exhilarating in itself. Except for today... bellowing guys do nothing for the atmosphere

p.s. we got new Buttons

Hey sucker

Dear, Wednesday January 12, 2011

You gloomy SOB. But I win, cause it's now
Thursday January 13, 2011 and
we're known to get along fine. so ha. ride out!

2 hours of Wedding Editing Therapy to clear
Wednesday's BS Blues starts... now.

They don't cover this in dating school...

Q: what do you do when you show up at your Friend's place at 3AM and he's passed out on the living room floor, shirt securely in tack on the upper half but no pants, shorts, boxers or briefs on the bottom half? What, when after you've satisfied yourself he's physically unharmed and breathing is as irregular as usual, you attempt to rouse and encounter without doubt THE most bizarre 10 minute spectacle of your 14 month acquaintance, including drifting, one foot hopping, a series of gnarled orders, blank squints, stares and vigorous snoring tangled with whimpers?

A: Commit to coming over more often. Dude just might be more interesting than we thought.

The Lesbians upstairs...

THEY WANT ME. Finally they're warming up, indicating they want to be friends/clearly confirming what I have known all along: they want me. I've been telling and telling it but nooooooo.... "you're so narcissistic."
I've been 'wanted' infrequently enough to KNOW when I AM being wanted.
Proof?
She, the 'she' in the relationship (the he's not the most pleasant chic ever) tregged downstairs to bring me 'cold beer'. And it's universally established that 'cold beer' means 'I want to bed you', ask any guy. Just as apple means temptation and cherry, somehow, means slut. Ironclad logic, to mix and discuss with reason is just to cloudy the facts.

Will I let myself be 'taken'? Hmmm well... (of course I've considered it, I'm not exactly on the A-list of Stable Minded Individuals, mix that with a lot of liberalism and bam!) No. I wont. Not my type.

...soon Coming

Caught up trying to shut the door on 2010, limbs keep sticking out. I'll cut them off. 2010 we're through, me and you. yes we are. go away.