Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Nelly + Taxi Cab Hike + John Kerry = My Life
Where to begin?
I was watching the local news last night and was pretty bummed to find out that the taxicab commission in NYC has gotten approval to increase their starting fare. Usually it costs $2 just to get IN a cab. Now, it will cost you $2.50. If you want to take a cab during rush hour on the weekdays, the fair gets another $1 slapped on to it. So, let’s summarize, shall we? If you get in a cab at 4:30pm on a Wednesday and ask to go 30 blocks uptown, understand that before the driver pulls away from the curb, you will pay $3.50. Now THAT seems fair.
But I guess if the cost of everything else goes up in NYC, so should the cab fares. Wish my salary went up as often as everything else does.
Johnny boy (!) my new President.
Last night I saw MTV’s “Choose Or Lose” special on would-be president John Kerry. While I was exhausted and really didn’t want to stay up any longer, I forced myself to sit through the brief half hour special on the Democratic candidate. I have to admit…I was highly impressed. While he danced around quite a few major issues and never really took a stance on anything, I was impressed to see that he is a kind and smart man with a wonderful sense of humor. In my opinion, if you want to know what he’s REALLY about, don’t watch MTV, watch the news. But in any case, I was pleased to see him address the issue of gay marriage as well as the fact that most people that will vote for Kerry will do so on an ABB basis. ABB = Anybody But Bush.
Kerry’s hope is that the voters will not pick him based solely on the fact that Bush is his competition. Until last night, my feeling was the same as many other Americans. I am DONE with Bush and want him out immediately, but I want to have a reason for voting for the other party. Kerry does offer me that reason and I honestly feel like he will be the person that will bring the younger voters in – our next generation of leaders. So as long as all you non-voters go to the ballot box, we will be free of Bush’s bullshit forever!
Funny, since I made the mistake of voting for Bush during the last election. Yet, what were my options? Gore? It really didn’t matter. We were due for four years of garbage no matter how you looked at it.
So John Kerry…my hat is off to you. You get my support and you get it with confidence. I trust him. Something tells me to do so. I believe he will be the candidate that will allow our nation to grow as a unified whole.
Now, Nelly. And by Nelly (who I’m usually not “into”), I mean, band-aid wearing, hot black guy that raps about it being hot in herre. You know him, we all know him, and now I want him as my own.
Last night I had a dream. Similar to Martin Luther King, except I didn’t nail anything on a church door when I was finished. Ok yeah I did, but it didn’t have the same effect.
In the dream I am sleeping in my bed. My bedroom door was locked and I was watching TV. Much like my usual routine as I go to bed. Suddenly, Kelly knocks on my door. I roll over and try to go to sleep, not in the mood to answer the door. She continues to knock and knock and knock and I start to feel as though I should let her in. As I am mulling this over, she unlocks my door and comes in. I am immediately irritated and I say to her “Kelly, you don’t just WALK into my room when the door is locked.” She responds “I have a visitor to see you.” I spit back “Kelly, no visitors, I’m in bed!”
The door opens and Kelly moves to the side so Nelly can enter. I immediately sit up and am like “OMG. Hi Nelly. How are you?”
Kelly leaves and shuts the door behind her. Nelly walks over to my bed and sits down. He is wearing a greenish t-shirt and cool jeans. He crosses one leg and begins to ask me how my day was and what I want to do for the evening. Without hesitation, I realize that Nelly and I are actually in a relationship and he came over to check on me.
He looked devastatingly handsome. In fact, he looked more than devastatingly handsome; he looked more beautiful than any man I have ever seen. As the dream continued, I started to ask myself some very odd questions.
1) Why was I dating a black man? I had never done that before and it still seemed kind of odd as I am usually not attracted to guys of color.
2) Why was I dating ANOTHER skinny guy? I had resolved in my head that after Paul, I was NOT going to date skinny ever again. It just doesn’t do anything for me.
3) How LONG have Nelly and I been dating? I felt clueless as to the factors surrounding our relationship.
Above all of these questions, the thing that stood out to me the most was that I felt so happy and fulfilled for the first time in a while. I felt sexually charged and relaxed. I wanted Nelly to wrap his arms around me and to hold me for as long as both of us needed. It was a feeling that I don’t get with Paul, nor have I gotten with any guy I have ever been with. As soon as I started to notice and enjoy this feeling, it was gone. I was ripped from the dream and left empty.
Obviously there is no obvious meaning to this dream. A couple of years ago, I had a dream about P-Diddy that made my legs quiver and I had a crush on him for a month or so (sick, I know). I figure that this Nelly thing will be just about the same. The only real difference between the two dreams is how I felt sitting next to Nelly. There was nothing physical, no chance at hooking up, just an overall feeling of satisfaction.
How do I find that in my real life?
Definitely something to ponder after I vote for John Kerry and take a cab home.
Where to begin?
I was watching the local news last night and was pretty bummed to find out that the taxicab commission in NYC has gotten approval to increase their starting fare. Usually it costs $2 just to get IN a cab. Now, it will cost you $2.50. If you want to take a cab during rush hour on the weekdays, the fair gets another $1 slapped on to it. So, let’s summarize, shall we? If you get in a cab at 4:30pm on a Wednesday and ask to go 30 blocks uptown, understand that before the driver pulls away from the curb, you will pay $3.50. Now THAT seems fair.
But I guess if the cost of everything else goes up in NYC, so should the cab fares. Wish my salary went up as often as everything else does.
Johnny boy (!) my new President.
Last night I saw MTV’s “Choose Or Lose” special on would-be president John Kerry. While I was exhausted and really didn’t want to stay up any longer, I forced myself to sit through the brief half hour special on the Democratic candidate. I have to admit…I was highly impressed. While he danced around quite a few major issues and never really took a stance on anything, I was impressed to see that he is a kind and smart man with a wonderful sense of humor. In my opinion, if you want to know what he’s REALLY about, don’t watch MTV, watch the news. But in any case, I was pleased to see him address the issue of gay marriage as well as the fact that most people that will vote for Kerry will do so on an ABB basis. ABB = Anybody But Bush.
Kerry’s hope is that the voters will not pick him based solely on the fact that Bush is his competition. Until last night, my feeling was the same as many other Americans. I am DONE with Bush and want him out immediately, but I want to have a reason for voting for the other party. Kerry does offer me that reason and I honestly feel like he will be the person that will bring the younger voters in – our next generation of leaders. So as long as all you non-voters go to the ballot box, we will be free of Bush’s bullshit forever!
Funny, since I made the mistake of voting for Bush during the last election. Yet, what were my options? Gore? It really didn’t matter. We were due for four years of garbage no matter how you looked at it.
So John Kerry…my hat is off to you. You get my support and you get it with confidence. I trust him. Something tells me to do so. I believe he will be the candidate that will allow our nation to grow as a unified whole.
Now, Nelly. And by Nelly (who I’m usually not “into”), I mean, band-aid wearing, hot black guy that raps about it being hot in herre. You know him, we all know him, and now I want him as my own.
Last night I had a dream. Similar to Martin Luther King, except I didn’t nail anything on a church door when I was finished. Ok yeah I did, but it didn’t have the same effect.
In the dream I am sleeping in my bed. My bedroom door was locked and I was watching TV. Much like my usual routine as I go to bed. Suddenly, Kelly knocks on my door. I roll over and try to go to sleep, not in the mood to answer the door. She continues to knock and knock and knock and I start to feel as though I should let her in. As I am mulling this over, she unlocks my door and comes in. I am immediately irritated and I say to her “Kelly, you don’t just WALK into my room when the door is locked.” She responds “I have a visitor to see you.” I spit back “Kelly, no visitors, I’m in bed!”
The door opens and Kelly moves to the side so Nelly can enter. I immediately sit up and am like “OMG. Hi Nelly. How are you?”
Kelly leaves and shuts the door behind her. Nelly walks over to my bed and sits down. He is wearing a greenish t-shirt and cool jeans. He crosses one leg and begins to ask me how my day was and what I want to do for the evening. Without hesitation, I realize that Nelly and I are actually in a relationship and he came over to check on me.
He looked devastatingly handsome. In fact, he looked more than devastatingly handsome; he looked more beautiful than any man I have ever seen. As the dream continued, I started to ask myself some very odd questions.
1) Why was I dating a black man? I had never done that before and it still seemed kind of odd as I am usually not attracted to guys of color.
2) Why was I dating ANOTHER skinny guy? I had resolved in my head that after Paul, I was NOT going to date skinny ever again. It just doesn’t do anything for me.
3) How LONG have Nelly and I been dating? I felt clueless as to the factors surrounding our relationship.
Above all of these questions, the thing that stood out to me the most was that I felt so happy and fulfilled for the first time in a while. I felt sexually charged and relaxed. I wanted Nelly to wrap his arms around me and to hold me for as long as both of us needed. It was a feeling that I don’t get with Paul, nor have I gotten with any guy I have ever been with. As soon as I started to notice and enjoy this feeling, it was gone. I was ripped from the dream and left empty.
Obviously there is no obvious meaning to this dream. A couple of years ago, I had a dream about P-Diddy that made my legs quiver and I had a crush on him for a month or so (sick, I know). I figure that this Nelly thing will be just about the same. The only real difference between the two dreams is how I felt sitting next to Nelly. There was nothing physical, no chance at hooking up, just an overall feeling of satisfaction.
How do I find that in my real life?
Definitely something to ponder after I vote for John Kerry and take a cab home.
