Saturday, April 25, 2009

at 12 and at 25....


you may not see it here, but an honest look in real life and let me tell you...its not pretty.


desperate times called for desperate measures. and what i didn't learn at 12 the first time, has come back to haunt me for a second whippin of consequences. here i am tonight to let everyone who is anyone who knows me know, that if ever in another 13 years i think i am so desperate that i might need to BOX DYE my hair, give me a gentle slap across the face and say remember when...
hopefully that will do the trick. and this will be the last time i have to learn this nasty hateful life lesson. to you who have had good experiences i congratulate you and hope that you offer your sympathy towards people like me in this world who have to rob a bank to up keep the golden locks. i have little more to say here tonight. i am going to attempt the sweet REM state of being, but am concerned about my ability to do so because of the acid that is currently seeping into my brain....

and to my dearest father...
Dear Daddy,
you said it when i was twelve, and i don't know if its still available, but i know you are an honorable man, good for your word, so does the offer still stand???
love,
your littlest princess
---gag cough cough

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

vitamin d is good for the soul

nyc is so happy(most days) and the females are showin leg and shoulder and cleves and the rest of it. and the men are soaking it up for everything its worth. and i am just talking about ONE weekend so far. let me tell you my fully clothed experiences.

1) the 70ish year old saxophone player who is always there when i am walking to the sub from work decided to stop me to talk me on friday afternoon. (right after ridin in a crazy bus to get across the bridge, and getting cussed out by a dirty jersey guy)
so JC the sax player says "i've been watching you, whats your name, i need a special song for you..." i say "oh really, sally" he thinks i say dolly and proceeds to sing hello dolly to me. i say no no no...mustang sally. he gets it and tells me how he lost his phone number and i finish his line for him. he is left heartbroken and numberless. we talk for some moments and he renewed for my hope for a good weekend from the previous experiences on friday afternoon.

2)i was walking home to my apartment friday night with my pizza for the first quiet night at home in a few weeks and this guy says mmm delicious (speaking of the pizza) and asks if he can have a piece. NO and then asks for my number. i gave him the number but not he pizza....

3)there are more, but i wouldn't want to brag.

4)then i went to THE park, central park that is this past weekend. and it was incredible. amazing. glorious. positively the most positive experience i have had in a LONG time. walking into the park i was a little overwhelmed by the masses. i knew there would be a lot of people, but i didn't know there would be 3 million people there. (i would say literally, but i dont know stats.) but thankfully with a little patience and walking, my friend nathan and i found the perfect spot in an unpopulated area near a trumpet player with a 4 song repertoire. our friend amelia came and met us as well and we just sat and talked and read and watched people and soaked up the much needed vitamin d.

other than that i just stepped out of the subway this evening and there were approximately 38 NYPD cops standing around "overseeing" a two car wreck. ya know there is always something. so i am sure more stories are in the near future.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Spring: love hate relationship

basically it all comes down to this.

i am loving the days where the only source of outerwear i need is this- on sale banana republic little jacket i picked up last weekend in a silvery/gray color:




and i am hating the days where i am stuck wearing these hunter rain boots grr:



nikki did make a valid point last night that you know spring has sprung in the hood by:
A) the kids jumping rope
B) the white tees are back on the street aka dealers, no not the casino kind, drug dealers.

i made the point that you know spring has sprung in new york by:
A) all the beautiful tulips popping up everywhere
B) the lawns at every park are FULL of people! yeah!