Thursday, October 24, 2002
Yesterday was quite the day, let me tell you. Ari took me over to the doctor's and I had a few things checked out. Got some more shots and spent two hours with people who are much sicker than me. :(
It was nice to be with Ari and to have her be with me for moral support. I think I may be finally getting better. Physically I mean. Emotionally I am still a basket case.
ha!
Last night at around 11:30pm, I was laying in my bed ALONE and thinking about how I was going to tell Paul that he had screwed up for the last time. I was really hurt that he didn't show up. I decided to have one more smoke before bed and when I was half way through it, I heard the doorbell ring. Kelly quickly went to get him and within minutes my boyfriend, looking fucking ADORABLE, came into my bedroom. I screamed: "YAY!". He burst out laughing and immediatly threw his bag down and jumped into bed with me. We laid there, me naked, him fully clothed for about an hour, just laughing and telling eachother about our week. He was so cute I couldn't stand it. Eventually I ate a burrito and he ate a can of baked beans. Yes, the room reaked of sweat and fart this morning. BLECH!
We went to bed around 2:30am and I held him for most of the night. Slept so well. Didn't wake up once. I felt so content being in bed with my boy. It just makes everything better, you know? Really can't wait for him to move here permanently on December 1st.
Tonight we are going to happy hour with Reets. Tomorrow it's back to the doctor and then apt. hunting. Paul is now going through 2 different brokers. The woman who is his boss at the internet company he works at in Boston, who also happens to be Mariah's old nannying boss, hooked him up with this amazing agent. She has places lined up for him. It is going to cost a bit of money, but they have it and need the help. I am really excited for him.
Tomorrow night we will probably go out to the bars. Kelly's good friend Ingrid has a show at this bar in the city. She will be performing 7 songs. It's quite exciting! Mariah has a show on Saturday night too. It is so weird for them both to have a show in the same weekend. Kelly invited Paul and I to go to Ingrid's show, but it looks as though we won't be going. Paul isn't too happy about spending the whole weekend watching people sing. The kid has no tolerance for artists. Unless it's me.
So this homeless guy on the subway this morning randomly struck up a conversation with this business man. The business man was reading a book called "Smart Squash" and the homeless man says "Is squash like tennis?" The business guy ignores him and then the homeless man goes: "SCUSE ME! SCUSSSSSSSSSE ME! IS SQUASH LIKE TENNIS???"
The business guy puts down the book and is very polite to homeless man. "Yes, it is like tennis, but it is much different, and in my opinion, much more difficult."
Homeless: "Do you win when you play?"
Business: "Not usually. Like I said, it is a very difficult game and I usually lose."
Homeless: "Your attitude sucks! To be a winner, you have to think like a winner! Look at me...(at this point, I open my eyes to look at him as well) I play to win. I never lose." (I smile to myself and think...oh really...)
Business: "Well yes. You must have the right attitude in everything you do. It is important to stay positive and to pursue new challenges. It changes you as a person and ultimately..."
Homeless: "Yeah man. YEAH MAN! LIKE IF YOU'RE A CRACK WHORE. THEN BE THE BEST CRACK WHORE IN THE BUSINESS!"
Business: "Um, not exactly. I think it might be two different..."
Homeless: "AND IF YOU ARE A BABY KILLER...BE THE BEST BABY KILLER OUT THERE!"
Business: "Wow. No, that is not what I was saying. I don't know if..."
Homeless: "WE GOT EACHOTHER BRO. WE GOT EACHOTHER! I KNOW WHERE YOU COMIN FROM. IN ALL YOU DO, DO IT WELL."
Business: "I, er...eeee...yikes, um...whoa."
Homeless: "DID Y'ALL HEAR THAT? THIS GUY AND I AGREE THAT IF YOU ARE A CRACK HEAD, JUST BE AN HONEST CRACK HEAD. THERE ARE CRACK HEAD ROBBERS AND CRACK HEAD NICE PEOPLE. BE A CRACK HEAD NICE PEOPLE!"
At this point we arrive at my subway stop and business man and I get off at the same time and I swear his face is so red and flushed. Everyone else on the train seems to be looking at business man and wondering why HE caused such a ruckus.
Poor guy.
He was just trying to learn some new tips about "Smart Squash".
Right now I am going to UFM to buy myself some bread and butter. Why am I craving that today? I am also so thirsty that I want to chug a lug at least 13 diet cokes.
Unfortunatly, every time I drink soda before 12pm, the housekeeper in my building somehow finds out and scolds me over and over.
"If tu' mamita was here, you would drink no soda! Only juice! Tu' mommy knows best. Let mommy get you someting good."
I always nod my head and say: "I know" and act all disappointed in myself. Then she goes and gets me juice. During the last two days, the juice she has given me has been so rank that I have gagged on the first sip. It has seriously gone bad.
When she isn't looking, I run to the sink and dump it, pretending as though I have slurped down every last foul sip.
Time for bread, smoke, and soda!
What a good day it is shofar.
It was nice to be with Ari and to have her be with me for moral support. I think I may be finally getting better. Physically I mean. Emotionally I am still a basket case.
ha!
Last night at around 11:30pm, I was laying in my bed ALONE and thinking about how I was going to tell Paul that he had screwed up for the last time. I was really hurt that he didn't show up. I decided to have one more smoke before bed and when I was half way through it, I heard the doorbell ring. Kelly quickly went to get him and within minutes my boyfriend, looking fucking ADORABLE, came into my bedroom. I screamed: "YAY!". He burst out laughing and immediatly threw his bag down and jumped into bed with me. We laid there, me naked, him fully clothed for about an hour, just laughing and telling eachother about our week. He was so cute I couldn't stand it. Eventually I ate a burrito and he ate a can of baked beans. Yes, the room reaked of sweat and fart this morning. BLECH!
We went to bed around 2:30am and I held him for most of the night. Slept so well. Didn't wake up once. I felt so content being in bed with my boy. It just makes everything better, you know? Really can't wait for him to move here permanently on December 1st.
Tonight we are going to happy hour with Reets. Tomorrow it's back to the doctor and then apt. hunting. Paul is now going through 2 different brokers. The woman who is his boss at the internet company he works at in Boston, who also happens to be Mariah's old nannying boss, hooked him up with this amazing agent. She has places lined up for him. It is going to cost a bit of money, but they have it and need the help. I am really excited for him.
Tomorrow night we will probably go out to the bars. Kelly's good friend Ingrid has a show at this bar in the city. She will be performing 7 songs. It's quite exciting! Mariah has a show on Saturday night too. It is so weird for them both to have a show in the same weekend. Kelly invited Paul and I to go to Ingrid's show, but it looks as though we won't be going. Paul isn't too happy about spending the whole weekend watching people sing. The kid has no tolerance for artists. Unless it's me.
So this homeless guy on the subway this morning randomly struck up a conversation with this business man. The business man was reading a book called "Smart Squash" and the homeless man says "Is squash like tennis?" The business guy ignores him and then the homeless man goes: "SCUSE ME! SCUSSSSSSSSSE ME! IS SQUASH LIKE TENNIS???"
The business guy puts down the book and is very polite to homeless man. "Yes, it is like tennis, but it is much different, and in my opinion, much more difficult."
Homeless: "Do you win when you play?"
Business: "Not usually. Like I said, it is a very difficult game and I usually lose."
Homeless: "Your attitude sucks! To be a winner, you have to think like a winner! Look at me...(at this point, I open my eyes to look at him as well) I play to win. I never lose." (I smile to myself and think...oh really...)
Business: "Well yes. You must have the right attitude in everything you do. It is important to stay positive and to pursue new challenges. It changes you as a person and ultimately..."
Homeless: "Yeah man. YEAH MAN! LIKE IF YOU'RE A CRACK WHORE. THEN BE THE BEST CRACK WHORE IN THE BUSINESS!"
Business: "Um, not exactly. I think it might be two different..."
Homeless: "AND IF YOU ARE A BABY KILLER...BE THE BEST BABY KILLER OUT THERE!"
Business: "Wow. No, that is not what I was saying. I don't know if..."
Homeless: "WE GOT EACHOTHER BRO. WE GOT EACHOTHER! I KNOW WHERE YOU COMIN FROM. IN ALL YOU DO, DO IT WELL."
Business: "I, er...eeee...yikes, um...whoa."
Homeless: "DID Y'ALL HEAR THAT? THIS GUY AND I AGREE THAT IF YOU ARE A CRACK HEAD, JUST BE AN HONEST CRACK HEAD. THERE ARE CRACK HEAD ROBBERS AND CRACK HEAD NICE PEOPLE. BE A CRACK HEAD NICE PEOPLE!"
At this point we arrive at my subway stop and business man and I get off at the same time and I swear his face is so red and flushed. Everyone else on the train seems to be looking at business man and wondering why HE caused such a ruckus.
Poor guy.
He was just trying to learn some new tips about "Smart Squash".
Right now I am going to UFM to buy myself some bread and butter. Why am I craving that today? I am also so thirsty that I want to chug a lug at least 13 diet cokes.
Unfortunatly, every time I drink soda before 12pm, the housekeeper in my building somehow finds out and scolds me over and over.
"If tu' mamita was here, you would drink no soda! Only juice! Tu' mommy knows best. Let mommy get you someting good."
I always nod my head and say: "I know" and act all disappointed in myself. Then she goes and gets me juice. During the last two days, the juice she has given me has been so rank that I have gagged on the first sip. It has seriously gone bad.
When she isn't looking, I run to the sink and dump it, pretending as though I have slurped down every last foul sip.
Time for bread, smoke, and soda!
What a good day it is shofar.
