April 30th @ 9:23 PM -
I will comment tomorrow on my appearance on Ricki Lake this evening. It was better than expected and I was all over it. I am so famous now, line up for pictures with the celeb.
April 30th @ 9:15 PM -
"Prozac Nation" actress - Christina Ricci, 22, has told Jane magazine that she learned how to be an anorexic in her teens by watching TV movies about eating disorders. "I did get all my tips from a Tracey Gold Lifetime movie on anorexia. It taught me what to do," she said. "There was also one on HBO, starring Calista Flockhart when she was really young. She was bulimic and anorexic. She'd vomit into Tupperware containers and keep them in her closet. It was so crazy to me that for some reason it was appealing." Those films were intended to dissuade viewers from following in the footsteps of their subjects.
This is a serious subject and I am sorry to say, it makes me laugh. I have seen both these specials Ms. Ricci refers to and they were very educational. After I saw the Gold Lifetime movie, I was talking to a friend and she was telling me how she wanted to become anorexic. It totally glorified it and made it cool and fun. I am not sure why, and I know they were not trying to do this, but it did. The Flockhart mini-movie was out-of-control and if you ever find someone who has seen this, talk about it. I only know like 5 people who have seen it and they have the same opinion and remember the same scenes. (Ex.- the throwing of the Tupperware from the back of the station wagon into the woods, slash, river. Or, the final dorm eating scene.) Hours of entertainment.
April 30th @ 4:31 PM -
Today at 5 PM on channel 9 (UPN) is the Ricki Lake show. Please watch this episode because I am on it. Yes, I am famous!
April 29th @ 10:30 PM -
Bessica‘s description of the bar we so happily found was excellent. I do have to add a few things: it was in a barn and it was surrounded by parking lots and highways. I am not kidding, it was a single, wooden, barn-like building in the middle of 10th Avenue. Also, "Jumper" is a good song and I don't know any skaters who would ever listen to "Third Eye Blind". They are a pop culture, sing-a-long, dramatic song (for the typical 14 year old), face band. I liked my selection and will stick with it. The air guitar was one of my favorite moments, mostly because the air guitarist looked very similar to Eminem. I couldn't fully understand the ultra-slutty bartenders, but they continually kept the Amstel Lights flowing, so no comments were made.
Bessica also admitted the next day that she was scared of me and that I was going to do something extremely dramatic on the way home. See, I was in "fired-up Richie mood", for no reason at all, but was yelling and screaming and flipping out. When I get like that, it is pretty funny because I am not yelling at anyone but myself and nothing can be said to me. One just has to listen and let me get everything out. It only usually happens like once every six months, but when it does, it is good (only a few people have actually witnessed this event). I must say, it is pretty comical to witness and most people would not expect it. I froth and scream and get every ounce of hatred and anger out and then I am completely fine.
Sunday was a great day! I watched "Riding in Cars With Boys", twice and have not laughed that hard in a very long time. The first half was so funny and my type of humor and the second half was kind of dramatic and took a crazy twist. Overall, it entertained me completely. I also watched "Training Day" and that was awesome!!! Completely had me on the edge of my seat the entire time and ever action was completely unexpected. The script and acting was excellent. I must give the props to Ethan, he played an excellent part. Go see both these movies.
I am slightly concerned with an issue that happened today. See, it is not normal and should not be happening. I am not sure what to do and do not want to go to the doctor's. I can't go to the doctors. I am taking something, one of my meds will get me in trouble. I think I need to call Aimee's mom, she always has the answers when it comes to anything random. "Hi Mrs...., it's Richie. I have a question for you. Lets just say I was experiencing ... What could be the cause and how can I make it stop and make it better?" This should be a very comfortable convo, thank gosh she already thinks I am a pip.
I sometimes think that “Third Watch“ could be my favorite show. I love how it is filmed in NYC and they take real stories and film them in the actual environments. Such as tonight's show, with the crack heads in Greenpoint. If you watched the show, all of the bad scenes were filmed in my neighborhood. It was the same storyline as last weeks "ER", but it was a different episode. They used more of the Third Watch teams perspective and not much of the ER girl. The beginning on the water and the homeless kids and the kidnapper were all in my new neck of the woods. I miss Chelsea, "you'll be so safe, gay man don't fight" (a random in one of the local establishments told me this when I first moved in to the old apartment).
Newest download = Pour Some Sugar and am rocking out!
FRIDAY IS THE DAY! I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR MANY, MANY MONTHS AND IT HAS QUICKLY JUMPED UP ON ME. I CAN - NOT - WAIT! I WANT IT TO BE FRIDAY AND ME BE AT THE THEATER.
Favorite line from Passions today: Luis, Theresa and Pilar were talking about the recent fire that destroyed there house. Luis asks: “What about the Gazebo that Pa built before he disappeared?”. Me and Aimee looked at each other and went hysterical. He asked it with such concern and yet, nonchalance that Pa is missing.
Happy Birthday Jesse!
Sorry for the complete randomness, but I am scatter tonight and have thoughts all over the place.
April 28th @ 3:12 AM - (Edited at 11:07 AM)
Okay, how pissed am I that I have to post? I totally want to go to bed and not deal, but Bessica is making me. We found the coolest, slash, best place in the world tonight. It was this random (secretly not there) bar in the middle of a highway on the west side (I love the WSH). Bessica gave the jukebox $2 and got 1 million songs. Seriously, she got so many songs that she couldn't use them all and I got the privilege to put on 4 songs. All of her songs were awesome and mine were some type of pop trash ("Third Eye Blind", "Limp Blizkit", "Beastie Boys" and "Britney"). The place was not really on the WSH, but it was on 10th, which is pretty far, even for a resident of Chelsea.
(Deleted sentences) It rained and my gel ran down my face, into my mouth, which would not be that bad. But I had put on my face medicine and it burns when it combines with gel and water and I was in horrible pain while walking home. (Delete) We had a friend come over tonight (for the first time) and she totally had that pretend tone about our place. While on the roof, she asked, "Is my car going to be safe? When I come home, will it be gone or destroyed?" I laughed at her and said, "It will be fine." I secretly thought, I hope your car will be okay, but you never know, we do live "in the hood".
I want to live in a 5 block radius of like 3 "Starbucks". (Delete) I do NOT care that every Urban Hipster in my neighborhood is fighting off "Starbucks". I want them HERE. I love them! I want like 50 of them surrounding our building. When all of the annoying "Thrift Shops" leave the premises and "Starbucks" takes over, is when you know it is acceptable for an Urban Prepster to live there. (Delete...Delete....Delete)
It is time for bed. I am finally drunk. One would think, hey, if you get health and stop drinking, when you did, you would get drunk very quickly. This is completely untrue. I drank a lot last night and nothing. (When I came home, I had a whole fitness program to work off the beer.) Today was different. I decided I would not come home till drunk. I drank a bottle of wine and then many, many beers and finally got drunk. This is so weird, usually it takes 4 beers and I am loaded. (Delete)
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Tomorrow I hope it rains all day and I want to be hung over. This is my entire plan. I rented two movies and will only be able to watch them if it is bad weather and I am so sick I can’t leave the loft. I rented: “Riding in Cars With Boys” and “Training Day”. I will delete most of this tomorrow.
April 26th @ 2:10 PM -
This is why "Days" is the best show in history:
Bo exclaims, "It's true. Hope was a victim of brainwashing and mind control.
Sean D replies, "I know Dad. It just doesn't - make it - any - easier."
Greta and Austin both just left the show and on Wednesday, J.T. will be leaving for good. I find it so funny that they are writing a 2 year old out of the show. The mix up at the hospital has finally been revealed and J.T. is not Bo and Hope's baby, his real parents are in Salem and taking him back to Colorado with them. Just a heads up: The Wednesday show will be presented by Kleenex and have limited commercial breaks. They are claiming it will be one of the most remember able "Days" ever. Set your VCR!
April 26th @ 10:01 AM -
I had the funniest conversation this morning with one of my good friends. Warning: this is cynical Lockwood - do NOT read on if sensitive! Our conversation was all about our friends second marriages and what type of people they would be marrying and would we have to buy wedding gifts again. It was the funniest convo I have had in a long time. We started talking about how we figure in the next 5 years we will probably have a few more friends engaged/ married. What about ten years from now, how many of them will still be together? The going rate is 50% and in ten or fifty years from now, I am sure the number will be at least 60 or 65% splitting up. I will probably be going to second marriages and weddings by then. How crazy is that? I am still dealing with some of my friends first marriages and long term relationships and when do I have to start processing second weddings? I have also decided, the gift will be much cheaper and practical on the second time around. ***I plan on staying single forever. It is much easier and cheaper.***
To Marisol, I want you to know that I think you and Jeff are great and the most amazing couple. I hope you never split up! Random: Does Jeff know that you were in love with me before you met him?
April 25th @ 11:55 PM -
If Bessica has a child that needs to go to Sylvan, she will up and leave her family. This could be the funniest thing in the world (every time I think about it, I can't stop smiling). The reason I find it so funny is because, it is me. Basically, if she has a 'junior Richie', she would ditch it and that is hysterical. I don't think she fully understands my issue with reading, here it is - I don't do it. Not because I can't (I can, somewhat), not because I don't want to or have time. I just hate it and would rather have to pluck all my ball hair with tweezers. Reading is so boring and time consuming and not stimulating enough (unless you are reading porn). I can count on three fingers the number of books (not including trashy/ celeb magazines or newspapers) I have read from cover to cover in my entire life. That would be: "Are You My Mother?", "Dear Mr. Henshaw" and "Harry Potter #1". #1 was read when I was 6, #2 was read when I was 11 and #3 was read when I was 23, maybe I will finish my next book by the time I turn 40?
If Bessica has a little Richie, she will hate it and ditch it and cry everyday. This entertains me more than life possible.
April 25th @ 10:06 PM -
I first need to congratulate Alex and Amanda on there engagement. Good Luck!
I think I like the apartment, well, a little more than I did yesterday. I have a few more inexpensive things I want to do to make it ‘our’ apartment. There are 2 people I really want to see the place, Katie and Tara. Katie is a long-time friend from DC and is all about art and building stuff. I think she will appreciate the loft theme, but, if she pulls the typical Katie and bashes while she critics and points out what she would have done different and better, I will make her leave. The other person is Tara. I feel Tara could be one of the coolest, most bad ass chicks in America. She can make anything out of random materials and the shit is awesome. I want her to see my kitchen table, yes the kitchen table I built and have just completed. If you don’t remember, I bought the cast iron base from a restaurant supply store in the Lower East Side. A few days ago I went to a lumber yard and bought the table top. I sanded and have stained it three times. I really want to show Tara and get her opinion.
Yesterday I told you why my family is awesome and today I will give you an example of why my friends are great.
I got this voice mail yesterday (please read it with an accent of the woman who takes your orders at your local Chinese food restaurant): “Hello Richard, my name is Nan-he and I offering special service to all unemployed bachelor in New York City. Calling to see if you would like to lick my clitoris, suck my balls off - my balls of my whole center, my bagina lips or suck my clitoris and I pay you. Okay! If you need to make money, because you are unemployed and want to suck my clitoris. Call me back @ 555.5555. If I like it a lot, I will rub your cock!”
This was from one of my Chicago friends and she could be the funniest person I know. My favorite line is the last one.
I need to give a huge thank you to Aimee. Last night we had an hour discussion on “Star Wars” and she explained the storylines, the love interests, the family bloodline and everything in between. (Why do people like Bo-ba-fet?) See, I have never seen the 4 “Star Wars” movies that are currently in circulation. When I was a youngster, I remember watching like 5 minutes of one of them on my Aunt’s big screen TV (at the time it was a big screen). It scared the crap out of me and I ran out of the room. All I remember was Jaba the Hut was disgusting and slobbering and yelling and eating. That was my “Star Wars” experience and since then, I have never taken the time to sit down and watch like a million hours of old school special effects. Aimee wants to have a “Star Wars” weekend and rent all four. The jury is still out on my participation for the long event. I want to see them, but do not have 100% interest in taking like 10 hours and watching them. I do love movies, but usually it is movies I am excited to see. I am not that excited for any of these, sorry to admit this to any “Star Wars“ fans. Maybe if I do ONE movie over the entire weekend, example- watch half on Saturday afternoon and the other half on Sunday morning. That could work, maybe?
April 24th @ 7:51 PM -
Could I get in a better mood? I have been doing a lot of thinking lately and come to the conclusion, I have it good. I have a great family, friends, apartment and life. (Apartment thing is up in the air, but I HAVE an apartment and it is large.) I spent more than half the day with my dad today and we played in Greenpoint. He is a great man and sometimes our relationship is slightly strained, but that it totally because of me. All he ever wants to do is help and be part of things and support me in any crazy or outlandish decision. I do not know why I get so easily frustrated with him and flip out all the time. He is the nicest man in the world and lives for his kids. He came to see me this morning to take me to brunch, go grocery shopping and pick up a few pieces of wood I was getting rid of. Who else's father does stuff like this? I could call him any day or time and tell him to come over immediately and he would be happy about it. I know I give him shit because he is not the smartest man in America (but who am I to judge). He is only 50 and has been retired for 8 years and his plan each day, help his three children and take care of his two dogs. He wakes up in the morning and walks the dogs and then calls each of us and tries to figure out what he can do to help. (My younger sister is in Italy and it is killing him. She is his favorite - he said this, it's not me being bitter - and she comes home in three weeks. This is all he talks about and he has forbid her to work this summer. He just wants her home and around him.) My older sister and her husband live only 15 minutes from them and he goes there everyday. My sister does not work (she is an upper crust, suburban wife, with no children, just a puppy, who is currently at dog obedience school). He is a great guy and our day together was excellent. He took me to a coffee shop here in Greenpoint that he use to go to when he was my age. Believe it or not, I have been there before and he was so excited about this. We sat there for an hour and talked, he told me about his grandfather who died when he was 5 and how he use to work at the Greenpoint Hospital. (I don't think this still exists.) We took a drive together and he admitted that it kills him that I am an adult and can do everything on my own. He is use to the girls and they love the constant attention and help from dad. I do like it, but am a 24 year old man and am extremely independent. I tried to explain that he made me this way, but he could not understand. He told me he never taught me how to do anything while growing up on purpose, this way, I would need help forever. He is still trying to figure out how I learned everything in life and when I became so strong. He mentioned 9.11 and got all choked up and stopped speaking. I was completely paralyzed and could not say ANYTHING - I opened my mouth and nothing came out. This was the first time we ever spoke about it and didn't really say much. There was a common understanding and he looked at me dead in the face and said, “If anything would have happened to you, I don’t know what me and your mother would have done. When you spoke to mom after the planes hit, I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t sit down, stand up or talk to anyone. Then when the building fell and the last thing you said to mom was you were standing next to the towers and trying to get away - I broke down. I replayed your entire life, over and over again in my head: when you were born, your multiple ambulance rides to the hospital, your first soccer game, taking you to college. I sat there for a few hours and had no idea if my son was alive.” I, at this point, completely cracked and we pulled up to my building and I jumped out and ran upstairs. I sat there crying for about half an hour and then proceeded to have the longest and best work-out ever, 3 hours.
I have only seen my dad cry once in my life and that was at my sisters wedding. On 9.11, my sister went to my parent’s house and later told me, my dad was sitting on his bed with his head down for 4 hours and said nothing, he just cried. My dad is a great, great man and the older I get the more I appreciate him and love him.
April 23rd @ 12:02 PM -
How cold can it get in our apartment? Hhhmmm, it is currently so cold that my face soap was partially frozen this morning. I am sitting at the computer, wearing a heavy winter coat, wool vest, sweater, t-shirt and am absolutely freezing - I can barely type.
Can I ask, who downloaded this song: "Turn Back, O Man" from the Original Godspell cast? I laugh whenever I hear this song!
How scared am I of our building? I am secretly, deathly afraid of the building we currently reside in. Everything keeps happening, slash, going wrong and everyday we learn more information about how we are all going to die. I am convinced we are not going to make the entire year in this loft, without something horrible happening. The building is a fire trap and lately every building around us has been on fire. The floors are all wood and 1 inch thick and are 1 million years old. Everything is ancient and ready to crumble. When people walk on the roof, it sounds like elephants are dancing up there. It is really loud and it is usually like 1 or 2 people hanging out. Each year, the building has a massive Fourth of July party and around 400 show up and party on the roof. I am stating now, I will not be here on that day. I will get up on the day of the fire works and be out the door and not return till the next day. Nothing will keep me in or on this building that day. The roof is going to fall in, it really is (I had a dream about it last night). If you look at the wood beams in our apartment, half of them are dead and we even now have a leak. The roof leaks when we get an inch of rain, what is going to happen when we have like 400 people running around up there. No thank you, Lockwood will be no where to be seen. Anyone want a visitor that day? I will not be part of the massive collapse and plummet 5 floors to my death, while passing by my apartment and looking at my belongings. I don't like this building!
April 22nd @ 7:23 PM -
I, of course, have a different opinion about the whole dream about people issue. If you are dreaming about them, they are obviously on your mind for one reason or another. There must be some type of unfinished business or something making you think about them at night. People in your dreams are not random, they are there for a reason. I have never had someone in my dreams that I did not think about in some way or form during live, slash, awake time. I have denied this to myself and have even blocked the thoughts out about the person, but they are there, somewhere. (This is all about people who have real parts in your dream or reoccur a few times. I don’t think that just because your third grade girlfriend/ boyfriend popped up for like 1 second, that that means something. That you need to contact that person and figure out why. What I mean, a main character in a dream, the sole of the dream, the person it revolves around or if they come up a few different times within different nights.)
These people are placed there for a specific reason and my job is to find out why. I have very vivid dreams and have people in them all the time and can usually figure out what it means or why. I do not usually have “ex’s or ex-loves” in my dreams, but if I did, I would need to figure it out. I would probably need to change something in my life.
For example, Bessica was wearing a specific sweatshirt and then had a dream about that person. I could see how that would trigger the owner of the sweatshirt to pop up in a dream and that could explain it. But, if they were “the dream”/ the focus of it, then the sweatshirt would not explain why they were the center of the dream.
You know when you meet someone and they stand out to you, for one reason or another. Could be, you secretly love them or they are a great business contact or they are beautiful. Then you have multiple dreams with them being the reason for the dream. I wonder if I could date someone else while this occurs (if it turns out I love that person and they are not just a business contact or something random)? During all the relationships I have been in, I have never had any unexplainable people star in them. (Don’t get me wrong, I have had people star in the dreams, that should not be the star, but it was not unexplainable. I was either in love with that person or knew why they were there.) Could I be serious with one person, who I say I care about, if I constantly have dreams about someone else? I honestly don’t think so. I could mask the person in the dream and block out why and not ever deal with it and probably could live an ‘okay’ life, with these dreams continually happening every few months, but why? Why do it to yourself and especially the person you are in the relationship with? I don’t think it is fair for the other person and they have no clue what is happening. This is just my opinion and not pointed at anyone else; Conclusion: if I am seriously dreaming about someone (seriously is explained above), I need to know why. I can not just go day-to-day with wondering and hoping the dreams will stop. I need to take action and figure out why and stop them myself. It is not always closure in my mind, sometimes it is admitting things to yourself and processing them. Happy Dreaming...
April 22nd @ 6:48 PM -
Convo between Lockwood and Bessica from earlier today:
Lockwood: "Bessica, do you want any pills or medicine or anything?"
Bessica: "No thanks, I don't like medicine."
This is why Bessica is awesome. "I don't like medicine."
I need to add something to the list of things I am great at. #237 - Plants! I have such a green thumb and never realized it and never really thought much about it. I have been thinking about my past plants and how successful they have all been. Seriously, I have kept normal plants alive for years and even common potted flowers, which usually last for like a month. Most recently, our move really hurt our three plants. Bessica has a Jade plant, Aimee has a random leafy longer thing and I have an Ivy plant (name is: Ivy Moreno). I have had the Ivy plant for 2 years and have moved it from inside to out and it looks great. Bessica's Jade did not like the move and it was huge and half of it died and the rest of it looked horrible. About 5 days ago: I took it apart, fixed the dirt, moved it into our bathroom and have been talking to it even more and it has exploded. Buds have grown at every possible place and it is so happy. Any plant questions can be directed this way.
April 21st @ 6:45 PM -
I love that movie! This new tape had extended and extra scenes, quality.
One of my best friends is named Chrissy and she lives in DC (basically next to the Pentagon). She is a High School English teacher at this upper crust school. About two weeks ago she came up to NY for the day with one of her classes. I spoke to a few different students, one of them being this girl who is a senior and going to NYU in the fall. The point of the story: I spoke to Chrissy this morning and she told me that the NYU girl wants to ask me to her prom. How cute, slash, funny is that? In High School I was totally ugly and not cool and basically had to beg my date to go with me, plus pay her $300. Now I am 24 and have seniors in High School wanting to ask me to the prom. She also told Chrissy that she could go with her friend, Dan (also a senior at Chrissy's school). This way I won't feel uncomfortable and the four of us can hang out. I must say, this little vixen has got some balls. She wants to ask a 24 year old, New Yorker to her prom. Does she have parents? Sorry, not the point of the story. I think this is cute and need to send this little girl a thank you card.
I need to take this moment to state a reminder, our apartment has NO real walls. We basically have cardboard separating each of the rooms. I am currently 100% grossed out and will not be able to have sex or masturbate for the next 3 days. (delete - - - delete - - - delete).
April 21st @ 1:18 PM -
Okay, so it is 1:15 and I just got home. This would be completely normal if I would have been home last night and went out for brunch this morning, but I did not. I was slightly occupied last night and never made it back to the loft.
I had a great night last night. I must say, I have some fun friends who are out of control and extremely similar to me. We went to many bars last night and spent the most time at one of my favorite NY spots. It is this place called, "Welcome to the Johnsons" and it is a dive, one pool table, old school video games, great jukebox, extremely small and very random crowd, bar. I have to say, I was on top of my game last night and was "it". I was lookin really good, very urban prepster and was on point - totally unstoppable and ruled the school.
This morning I got up at 9 and was out the door. It was a beautiful morning and I love Sunday mornings in Manhattan. The streets were pretty empty and I walked around like I owned the world. (Picture: In the movie, “I Know What You Did Last Summer” when Jennifer Love is standing in the street and screams, “I’m right here, come and get me”. This was me, if you minus the rain and the bitterness and the screaming and the tits. Okay, so I wasn’t really anything like that, but anyway. I was basically standing in the street with my arms out and looking up, trying to take in everything (the weather, the Sunday morning feeling and most of all, New York City.) I went to a coffee house and read the paper, then ventured to get breakfast at a cafe, even went to “Barnes y Noble” to read for awhile (I know, sounds weird, but I did it). I went and hung out at the park for awhile, just sitting, relaxing and people watching. I decided I needed to go buy my favorite movie and run back to Brooklyn to lay on the couch and laugh. I searched for an hour, but then finally found “Bring It On” and got really excited in the middle of the store. I walked around some more and stopped at a few street fairs and made my way to Union Square. I got off the L at Bedford Ave and even walked home from there, purposely going through like every park along the way. It was perfect weather and such a great day!
PS- I even stopped on my way home and got the roommates donuts.
PPS- I must say, I really don’t look that bad, figuring I am wearing the same clothes I went out in and finger-brushed my teeth this morning and used water in place of gel.
PPPS- I am going to go shower, wash my face like 50 times, put on warm, fuzzy sweat pants and watch “the” movie. This is a GREAT day!
April 20th @ 6:11 PM -
My two new 'on repeat' songs: Rainy Dayz by Mary J, featuring Ja Rule & Here is Gone by the Goo Goo Dolls.
Oh my gosh, it is 6:11 already, I need to go get ready to go drinking. I have to be @ V's place on 4th and 2nd by 8 PM. Have a great Saturday night!
April 20th @ 4:50 PM -
The show was okay, kind of, actually, the parts I was awake for were decent. I felt slightly bad when I fell asleep, but then I found out that 2 of my other friends also fell asleep (we had 6 people total). Odds for positive comments were not good. Most bothering part of the show: one of the characters had a heavy, fake, Boston accent and it got in the way of the dialogue. I missed half the stuff he was saying because I needed my Boston pocket translator.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about my old roommates and house in the DC area. The year after college I moved into this awesome townhouse with three great (well, 2 great guys and one half-great guy). It was located in a neighborhood called KPW (Kings Park West) which describes the level of crust-ness. The place was 3 levels, 4 bedrooms, 4 baths, 2 living rooms, separate dining room, deck and patio. It had such a great feeling and was very homey, slash, party filled. We had so many of our college friends living in the neighborhood and same cul-de-sac. I also did extremely well at dating throughout neighboring townhouses, I never had to go very far for ass (I tried to count and I think my total when I moved was 9, maybe?). Anyway, the place was great and my roommates were friends throughout college. I met Big B freshmen year and both Luis and Fran sophomore year. I did not become friends with Lu and Fran (The Burrito Brothers) till junior year. I was always friendly with Big B and we went to all the same parties and knew all the same people and unfortunately, even had sex with a few of the same people. (The only reason I mention that, if you knew him and saw him, you would take pity on me.)
Luis was just recently transferred to San Fran with his company. All of my DC friends just had a huge going away party and I missed it and now I really feel bad about it. I should have gone and I wanted to go. I didn’t have the time or money - which sucks. The thing I will remember the most about Luis, besides us being completely opposite in so many ways, but good friends, was his “cleaning days”. This guy was more of a clean freak and compulsive than I am, which is hard to believe. He set up “cleaning days” which were every Sunday from 9 AM to 12 noon. You think I am kidding, but sadly I am not and you could not miss a cleaning day. He would wake up at 8:55, no matter what time we all got home on Saturday night (which was anywhere between 1 and 4 AM and we were always extremely drunk) and would blast a Back Street Boys cd. We would all emerge from our caves, crying and trying to get the flavor of that week out of the townhouse before anyone noticed. This never worked and who ever got caught would be the butt of relentless torture for all of “cleaning day”. He had schedules and lists and one of us was assignment to do all four bathrooms, someone else would take downstairs (Fran’s room, large family room and staircase), another one would get the main floor (living room, dining room and kitchen) and the fourth would get upstairs (three bedrooms and staircase). He was not messing around with the cleaning. Whatever duty you had, you had to move all the furniture out of the room and clean everything: vacuum, dust, garbage, air freshen... He would even check over everything at noon and if it wasn’t good enough, the cleaning continued. We did have ways around this, someone would sneak out and buy a case of beer and at noon, if something was not good enough, the three of us would go open up beers and sit down. He would join and forget about the re-cleaning.
I can’t tell you how many times I hated him during this and even went the 3 hours without saying a word to him. It did not matter how hung over you were or how sick or anything. Even if you stayed out Saturday night, you had to be home by 9 for “cleaning day”. Once I was late and got there at 9:15 and he beat the shit out of me and made so much fun of me, I cried (I had only slept for 2 hours and get emotional when tired). It was honestly, great times and I realize it sounds horrible, but it wasn’t. It gave us three hours to hang out and talk (with no one else to bother us) and have fun and make fun of each other, all while being productive and cleaning our place. We did more fucking around than actual cleaning and the jokes, oh the jokes. We were really mean to each other, we would make so much fun of the one thing that really bothered each of us. Whatever it was, we would gang up, three-on-one and keep moving around the group. I miss those days. Every week was the same, we had to fight Big B to get him out of bed. He slept naked (which was scary) and all three of us would have to jump on him and drag him down the stairs. There would always be a wrestling match of some kind (usually between Luis and Big B). Fran and I would always try to sneak to the deck for a smoke, but would get caught and Lu would throw dirty water at us. Big B would try to fake an important phone call and we would find him sleeping in his Jeep outside. A significant other would randomly show up to go to breakfast (each one of us tried this and would pretend that we forgot or it was a surprise). Nothing worked and we knew it would never, but it was so much fun planning all week long on how we would 'try to' get out of “cleaning day“.
We lived well together and had so much fun. Side note: It never failed, Charles would always show up at like 12:15 each Sunday, he secretly knew the schedule. We had good times, good times...
April 19th @ 5:13 PM -
I first have to comment on what the sky looks like at this very second. It is amazing and could be the coolest thing I have ever seen. The entire sky is gray (and you can see a lot from my apartment) and it looks wonderful behind the skyline. This could be the best city picture I have yet to see, amazing.
I have had the most productive day possible (and yes Bessica, productive means something different for every type of task). I had the greatest workout this morning and made myself a great breakfast. Random question: Today I was suppose to eat 4 egg whites and one whole egg. Does that sound like a lot? Come on, 5 eggs and what are eggs? Sometimes when I think about it, it totally sketches me out. Think about it, unborn, slash, non-fertilized chickens. The yellow could have been a chicken and since it is not, is it half a chickens chromosomes? And what is the white part, is that the protective fluids? I have no clue what eggs are and could be so wrong, but this does weird me out. I relate it to humans and think about eating a .... never mind, next topic. Anyway, I did a million things today and am going to have a great weekend.
Tonight I am going to the show. And then probably out for a night cap or two. Tomorrow night I will be participating in a bar crawl that was created by two of my friends. It is going to rule the school! It starts at there place and moves through the east village and LES. There are like 8 bars and you have to have a special, themed drink at each and do something at each. I can not wait! They invited all crazy, out-of-control fun people and I have a feeling this will be more than a 2 bevy night.
I can not believe Tara was commenting on slicked back hair today. This is to much, Tara, I am sorry to say, I could be one of them. The story: On Wednesday, I decided I was going to start slicking my hair back from now on. I have always wanted to be Michael Douglas in "Wall Street" (how many times have we seen that movie Charles?). It is one of my favorites and Douglas is my hero and I want the upper crust, rich guys slicked back hair (it is not geeky Tara). I have grown my hair out and have been desperately trying to do this, but unable to. I have thick, crazy, kind of curly (in places) hair and it does what it wants. I get out of the shower and comb it back and stick the pound of gel to hold it and make it appear to be wet, but it won't stay. I ends up standing straight up and doing crazy things and my hair is pretty long right now. I will keep trying and one of these days it will stay down.
To the person who emailed me yesterday: First off, you know I can not ever post an entry like that, including question and answer. I do have a few rules and some respect. I can let you know (a possible answer), maybe "Yes", now try to figure that one out. Good luck super-dict.
April 19th @ 9:15 AM -
I was a complete crack head last night and barely remember anything after 9 PM. The Story: I pinched a nerve, slash, pulled a back muscle yesterday and spent the entire afternoon in a mass amount of pain. I could not lay down or sit back and walking even hurt. I took a pain killer and it slightly helped, but I was still extremely uncomfortable. (Usually my pain killers cure the world of any problem, take one and you feel nothing for hours - I love them.) Around 8 o'clock I decided I needed more help and would not be able to sleep at all, unless something changed. I figured if 1 pain killer helped a little, than 4 would be better and add 2 sleeping pills to ensure a good night of sleep. I must have gone up to my room sometime after 9 and was in and out of a state of comma-dumbness for 3 hours, till I finally fell asleep. It was great and I have never been so relaxed in my entire life. I could not even speak English while rolling around on my bed. I remember going downstairs to brush my teeth (I can't go to bed without brushing them) and talking to Aimee, but I don't remember what was said. I do remember at one point kind of fixing my back, somehow. Since I could feel nothing at all, I twisted my body around and then rolled my legs over my head until I heard this massive pop (I think this was my back, actually hope it was my back correcting itself.) I slept amazingly and have never been so refreshed in my entire life. My back still hurts a little today, but now I can stand straight up and sit down.
Disclaimer: I do NOT recommend anyone trying this method of madness. I am a pill popper and have been for my entire life. My body is use to taking a million pills for any type of pain or issue. If you try it, you WILL die and it is not my fault. Thanks much!
April 18th @ 12:14 PM -
The only problem with this weather is my allergies. My eyes are the worst and I can not take anymore Claritin or Allegra at this point.
Today they are playing the voice recorder of the flight that went down in Penn. Could you or would you want to listen to it if you had a relative on that plane? It is 30 minutes long and the first 25 minutes are mostly silent with occasional convo's between the crew. They have said that the last 5 minutes are out of control and terror broke out. You hear braking glass, metal crushing, multiple fights and a lot of screaming. Could you really listen to that? They are playing it twice today, the first sitting is for the crews family and the second is for the passengers families. Would you want to hear the last few seconds of your sisters or husbands life? What if you hear them specifically screaming in the background or if you hear them fighting? What if you are the family of the first pilot who was murdered and cut up? Would you want to hear them slicing your fathers throat and him choking to death? I am not sure if listening to this tape would be a good thing (my opinion). But then again, I did not have a family member on that flight so who knows if I would feel different and want to hear them, slash, need the closure.
Breaking report: a plane just flew into the 25th floor of a government building in Milan. They think this one was an accident.
April 17th @ 11:06 PM -
I need to open up slightly, and get something off my chest. For the past 2 months, every single night I keep having the same exact dream. It is always at the very end and only lasts for 45 seconds and I wake up jolted and it is always 1 minute before my alarm is set to go off. It is totally odd and kind of freaks me out and has seriously been happening every single night. The same thing, no matter what the previous dreams have been, how good or bad and it will somehow tie into the dream I am having. The story: I fall. Not just a slight fall, like off my bike or off the curb. I fall off of something that is pretty high up and just fall and scream and die. I never see myself hit the ground, but there is a lot of sound while falling and then it is quiet and I am dead. I die every single night, the exact same way. And now this dream is evolving into my present life and I am nervous of heights. If I stick my head out our windows and look down (our apt is on the 4th floor) or am on the roof and look down, I start to shake and feel myself starting to fall and loose all sense of gravity. I have to walk away and chill out for a few seconds.
I did talk to "my shoulder" (doctor) about the dream and he thinks it is in direct relation to the 11th. His explanation: I have a few moments from that day I can't get out of the memory and he thinks this is causing the dream and fear to begin. One of the moments: While standing at the base of Tower 1 and a second after the plane hit, people came flying out of the building from around the 100th floor. I watched one specifically fall and she landed on the guy two people away from me. Not like I tried to help, since I was avoiding stuff like that and started to run and scream, but I did notice neither got up. I also watched something fall (later I found out it was the landing gear) shoot all the way to the ground and took out the legs of a business associate of mine. She was also only a few people away from me. My evaluation: I realize that is dramatic and all, but enough is enough. I am starting not to believe him anymore and think he is blaming everything on the 11th. I mean, it could be related and I never had any weird fears like this before that day. But it could be totally random and I could now just be getting nervous of falling and looking down from tall buildings. After re-reading: He is probably correct since the dream and reality sound so similar. I am not the smartest person sometimes. Deal with it Richie...
April 17th @ 10:13 PM -
Believe it or not, last night I actually read. And no, it was not porn, it was a real honest book (I secretly have read it 3 times in the past).
I must say that I deeply enjoyed all of the comments about me today on the roommates sites. My details: I am not working and living off the man (man = government) and loving it. I am doing what I want everyday and deserve this break. (Why do I deserve it, I can't fully elaborate on it yet.) And I do not have an eating disorder, ha - ha - ha, that was awesome Aimee and made me laugh tonight. I do not drink Slim Fast, it runs through me and you know I like carrots better than celery. Carrots are good, I had them as part of my dinner tonight. Another thing, you know I would never just move back into Manhattan without telling you, I would get my bill money from you first, then move. My roommates are fun!
I have never met this girl, but one day soon we will have a large uniting session. I will even look past the fact that you live in SF and use the word "whatever" and can be painted into the Urban Hipster scene. You are awesome and the east is looking out! Laura writes, "And while I've never had any contact with Richie outside of reading his twisted little corner of the universe, he fascinates me, and he is well-loved by Bess and Marie so I'm sure I'd love him too." She is fascinated by my twisted little corner of the universe - I finally have one person in the world who is fascinated by me. Yes, this is the greatest day EVER!
I honestly can not believe you called and had the nerve to leave a message. How many pages in the calendar have been turned since the last call you placed? I am not sure if I want to return the call. I am not able to comment anymore (that is always a bad sign). Shit, do I call? Hell no, stand strong - do not be weak, you are not calling, slash, thinking, period, end of sentence and convo!
April 17th @ 9:34 AM -
I have decided that I really like Kelly from the show, "Live with Regis and Kelly". She is extremely funny and has a very similar sense of humor to mine. Today, Regis was not there and Kelly had her husband as the co-host. The two of them are such a fun, slash, good couple. They have a small biscuit and they both work a million hours a week on like 50 different shows. I like them.
"The Other Half" has unveiled the new 4th host today and we will have to wait and see how long this one lasts. (The last few have been booted within weeks.) This guy is one of Marissa’s people.
By now, everyone knows that Sarah Jessica is pregnant and they have only finished filming the first two episodes of next season. Most women could hide the fact for the next few months, but since she weighs 10 pounds and is 4 foot nothing, she must be huge already. She is blatantly one week pregnant and probably has a small, muscular belly. I heard originally they will not be writing it into the show, but they may have to now. Will Big come back and who’s baby will it be? I am 100% looking forward to next season.
My plan for today, oil myself up and relax on the roof with some Presidente (Spanish beer).
No breakfast or lunch today and a small, sensible dinner (I sound like a Jenny Craig commercial). Time for some stairs.
April 16th @ 10:03 PM -
I seriously did more walking today than I have ever done and it took me hours of speed walking through sun filled streets. I have been recently complaining to Claire about my lack of skin color, actually, it all started with my sister a few weeks ago. She looked at me and said, “You have no color and look very sickly and should really go tanning a few times a week. If you don’t want to, at least do it for us, make me and mom happy.” This is another great sister quote. Anyway, I am lighter than I have ever been and am not happy. Today being a million degrees, I figured it would be a perfect day to get color. I walked around Brooklyn for a few, but to many weird Urban Hipsters, so I ran to my home, Manhattan. I walked from GCS down to the lower Village, but did not walk directly south, went east to west to east to west to east to west and slightly moving south each time. It took hours and I only walked down streets that were full of sun and had no shade in site. My other mission: stop at the 34th street cell phone store and pick up my brand new cell phone, drop off mail at any mailbox, buy skin medicine and get sun burned. I got the phone (which is awesome and fun), forgot to mail my letters, bought skin medicine and did not get enough color. My plan for tomorrow: phone man coming between 8 and 12 and then run to the roof with baby oil and plenty of tin foil to line the already black roof. I will get color tomorrow.
I have also decided to get into 100% physical shape as quick as possible. I am back on that kick and this one is more about the legs than any other part. I have been biking everyday or walking a million stairs or miles everyday for the last week or so and my legs are loving it. They are rocks again, but not perfect yet. I need to loose a few more pounds and drop the last bit of fat on my legs. I want those legs you see on guys that are all muscle and skin and nothing else. They have 0% fat on them and I am almost there. I figured the fastest way to do this is to bike more and do more stairs and diet for a few days. I started today and did our building stairs about 15 times in a row this afternoon. (Yes, I looked like an ass just running up and down and up and down, but it works.) I also only ate a half a bagel, 1 slice of pizza and a small can of peaches today. This is good. I need to get back in shape and want to feel healthy again - game on...
April 16th @ 8:54 PM -
What a day! It was a million degrees and actually still is and our apt is an oven. It is only April and I am already miserable in my own room. This summer is going to kill me. I miss my old place, my old room and air conditioner. I will not last the whole summer living like this, my face is currently glazed over.
Anyway, I had the best and longest walk of my life today. I woke up and had to make a million phone calls (to get my affairs in order), but could do nothing, our phone was dead and remember how I broke my cell phone on Friday, well, it is still not working. I was sitting on the couch, extremely hot, and decided the only thing I could do was try to get a tan. (The phone never broke in my old apartment.) I went to the corner pay phone and had it out with multiple phone companies. Does everyone remember a few weeks ago when I had a posting about being nice to utilities companies and how this would get you what and when you needed something? Well, I take that back, 100%. I raged to multiple phone people and threw around the phrase, “valued customer” and threatened to switch services. This completely worked, with the help of cursing and having a random passerby state the corner I was on, just to dramatize the fact I was on a pay phone. The phone company is coming out tomorrow morning to fix the line and I got a brand new cell phone for $9.99. I love the power of strong arguing skills.
Random side story about my luck: So my phone went off on Friday evening, just randomly shut off and would not turn back on. I know the battery was okay and figured my beloved phone was finally dead. I really wasn't that pissed, mainly because I had the phone for a few years and it has been everywhere with me and I have not been so nice to it a few times. The only thing I was upset about was all my stored numbers, if I lost them, I would be screwed. I live out of my phone and don't know anyone's number, including rent's or roommates cell's/ work numbers. I brought the phone in on Saturday and the kid at the store said, "there is only one reason we won't fix a phone and that is corrosion and your phone got it. The reason we won‘t fix it is because you did it to it”. He totally said it like my poor phone had a VD and I gave it to it. I grabbed Bessica and walked out of the store with my tail between my legs. I was fucken around with it and magically, my phone came on, out of the blue. The man said it was dead forever, and now my phone was full of power and ready to make a million calls. We ran to a coffee house, with me holding my phone over my head, and I wrote down every number in the memory, just in case it went off again. After I finished writing down all 80 numbers, yes, I am not sure how or why I have 80 numbers, but I do, my phone shut off again. It has not come back on since, but it gave me my numbers in some sort of last act. I will miss you moe-bile, but now I have a new toy.
April 16th @ 10:01 AM -
I forgot to report that one of my old work buddies was on "Change of Heart" yesterday. I randomly walked passed the off TV and for some reason, felt the need to turn it on and put it directly on channel 11. And presto, it was Johnny. I worked with him at Broadway and when I moved over to Select, his sister was engaged to Dean and they would constantly come in and say hello. Such a small NYC world. Work at Broadway with Johnny and then his sisters fiancée is at Select and now he is on TV. Believe it or not, this is the second person I have seen on this show that I know and I have only watched three episodes. After watching this, I called one of my friends and we made up this entire story of a fake relationship and emailed the show. It is filmed in NYC and they are always looking for couples to take a chance. Who knows, you may see me on "Change of Heart".
Speaking of being on TV, the episode of Ricki Lake I went to, still has not been aired. I went a few months ago and they sat us in the audience right behind where Ricki stands and talks. The show was not that out of control, but they had the camera on us the entire time (I was with two of my hot girl friends). I will keep everyone posted on the air date and time.
April 15th @ 6:38 PM -
Sorry for the 1 million postings today, but this needs to be commented on. I was looking over my stats and came across the most out-of-control thing ever.
I got two totally random hits from different people running searches on yahoo for Britney Spears. I take it that when you type a statement into the yahoo search engine, it just looks for all of those words, not necessarily in a row, but the words can be anywhere on the site, as long as they all exist somewhere.
The two searches: "Britney Spears boobs busting out of her shirt" and "Britney Spears wetting". I am 100% serious and two different people actually typed these statements into yahoo and it led them to my page. This hurts my feelings and I may have to delete every place I have mentioned the name Britney.
April 15th @ 6:23 PM -
Is it blowing anyone else's mind that this man can not be found and is still operating the largest terrorist group against America? He is still plotting and making tapes.
I have read multiple articles about how they found all the info needed to plow up one of the largest nuclear power plants in America, in one of the caves. The power plant is in Southern Jersey and after this info was released to the media, the power plant said they were not taking to many precautions since they were are located in Southern Jersey. I read that they found the floor plan, play out, the schedules of everyone who worked there, the backgrounds of everyone who worked there, the day to day rituals of ALL the employees, the flight patterns over the place, the driving routes into the place, fake ID cards and uniforms. Okay, these people are prepared and ready for action. How would they get all that info? The government thinks they had a few undercover people working/ visiting the power plant. It is nice to know they foiled the plan and found all the info and nothing will be happening to the nuclear power plant in Jersey. But it makes me think what else they are planning and if they had all that info about that place, what place do they still have the info about?
The other thing that weirds me out is how the CIA found a nuclear weapon/ war head (not sure what it is called) in Northern Jersey, that was about to be taken into NYC. Also, how the government got word that a nuclear weapon was being brought in and they did not feel the need to alert Bloomberg or Clinton. After they discover it in Northern Jersey and get it out of here, they announce they are heroes and saved the day, actually, saved NYC and a 100 mile radius of being melted. They put the city on high alert for everything and a nuclear weapon is not cause for alert? Come on people! That was probably the only time I liked Clinton, was when she flipped out about this and could not believe they were not warned. The governments excuse, we knew if we announced there may be a nuclear weapon in NYC that people would flip out and all hell would break loose. Okay, you may be correct, and I know there is nothing we can do, but please warn us next time and thank you for finding it before it was brought into downtown NYC and went off. Question: How does one even get it into Northern Jersey and were they just planning on driving it into the city, via the tunnel or bridge?
I was told that because of everything I went through on 9.11 that I would develop a few fears that would take an undisclosed amount of time to get over. (I love vague statements such as this, something will happen and we don’t know when or why or what or how long it will take to get over, but expect something.) I, of course did not believe it and figured I would be fine. Well, I am admitting that I have developed a fear because of 9.11 and am trying very hard to get over it, but can not. (I had developed a fear of Grand Central, I know it sounds random, but it was true. I think this was because I tried to go back to work 5 days after everything happened and since we had no downtown office, had to work in the midtown office, which was on top of GCS. At that point we were still having major evacuations everyday from GCS, MetLife and my building and they were pretty dramatic. A loud siren would go off and that meant, run, get the fuck out of the building and run 10 blocks north. I had breakdowns every time I went in GCS and would take different subways so I didn’t have to. After about a month and making myself hang out there for long periods of time, I finally got over it and can calmly walk through GCS.) I am kind of embarrassed to admit this fear I have had for months now, because I totally use to make fun of people who had it. I am scared of bridges and tunnels, like very scared of bridges. It is any type of passageway onto any type of island. This is my ranking of not-so-bad to worst: on a subway in a tunnel, driving through a tunnel, driving across a bridge, and walking across a bridge.
For some reason, being on the “L” from 1st Ave to Bedford doesn’t really bother me (maybe it is because I pretend I am on the 2 going from 23rd to 34th str). I have driven through a few tunnels and being in a car was to confining for me. While driving across a bridge, all I wanted to do was close my eyes and not open them till I was across. The worst of them all, walking, I am honestly having a major problem with this. (You may think I don’t have to walk across any bridges, but everyday I walk across the Pulaski to get to the 7.) If I am with people, it is slightly better because I will continually talk and take my mind off of it. The walk alone could be the worst thing in America and I can barely do it without having the nervous breakdown. I replay past events and start to play different “what if” scenarios in my head. I have even figured out the spot I have to be at to live, if there was an explosion and many other horrible things, such as this. It is pretty bad and now I have to say, I have a fear of bridges and tunnels. I know I will get over this one, but it has been 7 months and it is still here. I also do know what it will take for me to get over this. I am just not ready to do it yet, maybe next week.
April 15th @ 3:11 PM -
Two questions: How old is Seth Green? He has been playing the part of a high school student for the last 20 years. Was I the last to know that Cameron Diaz and Jared Leto have been dating for the last three years?
I tried to read "The Brooklyn Rail" and it did not work. I do not understand it. Are the stories: real news stories, are they fiction, are they poems, are they short stories? What is that paper? I did find the one article about the economy and thought it was the greatest story ever. Title: "Economy: That Kenny Boy, He Sure is Good People!". Of course it was about my #2 man, good old Kenny Boy (Sorry Kenny, you will always be behind Bloomberg). My favorite quote from the article, "And now Ken Lay is poor. He can only afford to eat boxed Macaroni and Cheese, with $200 million ketchup. And has no friends. He sits in his room alone (with his team of $600-per-hour lawyers) and sings karaoke versions of money, "Can't Buy Me Love." Even the President of the United States, who got a half million dollars from Kenny-Boy and company, says about Mr. Lay, "Met the man a few times. I didn't discuss his business. I think he contributed to my opponent." That must hurt." I will be your friend Kenny! You and Skilling are slippery people and it intrigues me, please give me a call and lets discuss.
I just oh so casually found out that I got into two of the three schools I applied to and will find out about the last one in another month or so. Yippy for me! Now I really need to figure out my life and make some plans, shit, it would have been so easy...
I need to update on my Saturday night adventure. See, I was suppose to go to a birthday party with one of my ultra-cool, early 30's, classy, yet bitchy friends. Does everyone remember me talking about my friend, Jane, she was the one who's live-in man cheated? Update on her: she is still living with him and is not planning on moving out, she is to scared to have to start over and sell her car and find an apartment. The worst part, after he confessed, he apologized, but never said he wanted to work on things or asked her to stay. She asked if it was true, he said yes and she said she had to leave and it was over and he said, okay and I'm sorry. He NEVER said, NO, don't go, stay and lets figure things out. She really doesn't talk to me about it anymore, mainly because I voiced my opinion, she is a dumb ass for staying and now deserves to be treated like absolute shit and I hope he continues to cheat. She is going to live miserably-ever-after, all because she is scared of change and not having a man. Anyway, it was her birthday and me and my awesome friend (who always gets me into so much trouble when we go out, she is 32 and always ready to get crazy) were suppose to have a drink or two and stay for an hour. Well, we cancelled and are evil people.
I decided to just go out with “The Women of the Web World”, “The Ladies of Blogger”, the 4 girls who introduced me to posting and created this monster. The event: Me and the roommates were in the loft, drinking wine that tasted like sweet tarts and finally made plans to meet up with Tara and Marie. The plan: meet at this random, once a month, art house, performance space and watch beat-nick performers do there thing on stage. (I know, again, not me and kind of scary, but I am always up for trying new things. Plus, the place was on the border of Chelsea and the Meat Packing District and there is a secret, underground, sex club next door. I was hoping to convince or trick everyone into going there instead.) Claire, Aimee and myself arrive and realize we are not meeting the others for about an hour and we want to drink. So we run across the street to The Village Idiot and start pounding cheap beers, Claire’s first one was in a can and I laughed at her. I walk away from the hot roommates for a second and the sausage factory immediate surrounded them. Side note: before we left, one of the roommates got hit on by possibly the ugliest man in America. Seriously, this guy was so ugly that I threw up a little in my mouth when I looked directly at him. Anyway, we left and met up with the other two and made our way up to the random dance studio, turned performing space for the struggling actors. We got to the door and stepped in and within 10 seconds, all freaked out and stepped out. We saw a random half naked man on stage who was doing some type of slam, modernish, bitter performance of an original work. It was not good and not for me. We laughed and ran and made out way to the West Village for beers at, “The White Horse Tavern”. We sat there drinking and drinking and talking about the funniest things ever. I really can not be around the four of them all at once, because I almost wet myself multiple times. The four of them are all so comletely different in every way, but together play off each other very well. The story about the tunnel put me over the edge, I am still laughing. Oh yeah, my favorite word was used about a million times that night and at first I thought I was going to explode. “Whatever” was casually said like I use the word, “like” and every time I heard it, a dagger was pushed a little further in. All in all, it was an awesome night and “The WomenoftheWeb” completely entertained me and provided a most enjoyable night.
April 15th @ 12:31 PM -
Please check this link out: Female or Shemale - I got 6 out of 16!
April 12th @ 11:32 PM -
So I just walked in from one of the greatest NYC nights I have ever had. It was such a NY moment. Everyone who lives here complete understands when I say "NY moment", and what this entails. It is one of those really, cool, surreal moments that could only happen in NYC. For those of you who don't live here, I know you can picture this, you have all watched "Friends" or any other pop culture show based in NYC. It was great and I totally didn't want it to end, but knew if I didn't leave at the exact moment I did, it may have taken a bad turn into a draining NYC moment. (You all have had them, the times when you are on the subway and a drunk, homeless man sits next to you at 12 noon and he will not stop talking to you. You can't understand him and he is getting more and more angered since you are not responding with the correct answers or even responding at all. Everyone around is staring and so thankful it is not them and you just sit there and wish your stop would hurry the fuck up. The next stop is yours but the train is slowing to early and you end up having to sit in the tunnel for a few extra seconds. The seconds feel like hours and now the drunk, homeless man is in your face and yelling and spitting on you. This is a draining NYC moment.)
Sorry Kate, I am 100% truthful when I say I was on my way to your new show. I had full intentions of watching it this evening. Seriously, I really was on the 6, heading to Astor Place and was planning on quickly walking to KGB. I really want to see your new show! This coming Thursday, I promise, I will be in the audience, cheering very loudly. (I got side tracked.)
I do like my new place, well kind of. I just need to get use to it, hopefully. I lived @ 646 for 2 years and was very happy and I know I always say, "change is good". And it is, and this will be good, I just need some time to get adjusted. I kind of like it: I like the extra space we have, I LOVE my room, I like eating breakfast at a table while looking at all of NYC, I love the bathroom, I like the roof/ view of the world, I like little things about it and I like my roommates. The little things: I like the placement of all of our pictures, the set up of my room (furniture and pictures), the NYC theme of the apartment, the fact that we can have a pet, but don't, the upstairs phone (which will be working tomorrow- sorry, Bessica) and my window overlooking the stairs. I even really like the immediate neighborhood. Greenpoint is one of the last ethnic neighborhoods in Brooklyn. It is all Polish and 'side note', I will TRY to learn Polish as soon as possible. The other day it took me 40 minutes to find a deli/ news stand that carried "The Wall Street Journal". I had to visit like 1 million places and the majority of people had no idea what it was, could you imagine? I live 5 minutes from Manhattan and people had not heard of "The Journal", they asked if it was a magazine or newspaper? All I wanted was to sit in a coffee shop and drink my coffee while eating a donut and reading "The Journal". I could not find the coffee house, or donut shop or paper. (Eventually I found them all, but it took awhile.) Another thing I like, I do something every two weeks and it is a guy trick that I can not share. In my old neighborhood, it would cost $5 and here, the first place I went to, $2. Since we are so north Greenpoint, we have a three block radius which is extremely Hispanic/ Puerto Rican. It brings me back to my days of living with Lu and Fran (my old roommates who we called, The Burrito Brothers). It is making me use and refresh my Spanish skills, I did go to Spain for 2 months. I really enjoy the diversity of Brooklyn. What I don't like about Williamsburg/ Greenpoint, or maybe I should say, what I need to get adjusted to, the Urban Hipsters. It is not me and I can't relate and don't fully want to. I like my black pants, Kenneth shoes and hair gel. I know I have only lived here for 1 week exactly, but I have tried and am trying and not liking it. I don't really give a shit about the majority of indy artists out there and granola issues, such as recycling. I don't like to recycle and I don't smoke anymore, which is a problem in the urban hipster area. The people in these parts eat cigarettes, they seriously chain smoke, lighting the new one from the almost out one. I love smoking and like when I am around it, but when you are out and all the urban hipsters are smoking and you don't, you get the look. The look of, "is he one of those vegan, health guys who likes to run 10 miles on Saturday mornings?" No, I am anti and am not urban hipster and will never be. I am a suit, and excel in the chill, dark lit bars ordering anything and talking about anything you want to. I don’t like having a list of ten things we can talk about (this is a running list for me and I will continually add to it, but all relate to granola - urban hipster issues, example, the closing of the Salvation Army on the corner to put in a Gap. I like the Gap!).
You may also be thinking that I am not giving it a chance, but I have and am still trying. You have to remember, for the last week, I have not worked and been out and about all day, everyday. I am good friends with a few of the workers in town already, mainly from running into them about 4 - 5 times a day, everyday for the last week. I have been all over Greenpoint and Williamsburg and have to say, Williamsburg is 100% worse. Holy shit, I saw some of the craziest shit while exploring and playing (explanations later, they all have to do with gay vegans).
I am currently listening to, “Don’t Panic”, it is a great CD and guess who is in the band? One of my best friends, little brother is the lead guitarist (I have been friends with this kid for 4 years).
This is for Bessica/ Claire, in the Vernon - Jackson subway stop on the 7, do they use improper punctuation in the mosaic, tile sign in the tunnel? Please take notice next time and let me know. If I am correct, you did this to me, are you proud?
I met the famous artist in our building tonight and he invited me in to his party he was having. I played the game correct, this way I did not have to if it scared me and it did, so I ran away. Not many people and they were all Hungarian and talking in different languages and this girl ran towards me. I resorted back to my little devil phase and as soon as she touched my arm, I ran away.
I have a massive crush right now and am actually going out of my way to see this person. I have no real reason to continually visit this place, but do and honestly, know why. I am a 7th grade girl with a crush and get excited when I see this person. What is wrong with me? How old am I and when was the last time I developed a real crush on someone? I fall in love everyday, but do nothing about it and don’t go out of my way to see them again, but this one is different. I was doing so well and thought the black heart had almost fully taken over and had no feelings for anyone in some time and liked it, until a few days ago. Damn it, I need this to go away and go back to heartless Lockwood. Who develops crushes on people now a days? It may not be a full crush, but this person intrigues me and has a tone when we talk (which has been twice, the other two times were silent walk-bys).
April 12th @ 11:03 AM -
Okay, how much do I have to say? It has been days without the computer and last night I finally took the laptop out of the box and set it up on the 'new' computer table, which is in our library area. Can I say how much I am enjoying the space in our apartment! I secretly wanted to take the computer out much earlier and post a few things, but I really wanted to fully clean the entire apartment before the laptop emerged.
Where to begin? I guess I will start with the apartment. It is much different than I thought it would be, slash, I don't think I knew what I was getting into. I have cleaned the entire thing from top to bottom and set up each room. My favorite place is my bedroom and extra room (studio or whatever I decide to make it). I like how I set it up and it is extremely comfortable. I even put up the evil red curtain outside the hallway leading to my room. The only thing I need is to make a door, some type of wood barrier.
Before we moved in, I realized that lofts have negative sound barriers, that (pause, the phone man just walked into the apartment, yes, he just walked in. He did not knock and the door was not locked, he is here, I must go.)
April 10th @ 6:34 PM –
I am currently taking a break, but do not want to be. We moved this past weekend and Verizon does not install our new phone line for another week or so. My laptop is resting and as soon as the line is turned on, I will be back with full force. Sorry for the sudden stop.
April 5th @ 12:20 AM -
"richie *is* a language in and of himself, he is a walking legend."
Marie, you could be the coolest person in America, slash, my hero. I am your number one fan! Oh yeah, a few postings ago, I had a quote from one of my favorite movies, did you recognize it? It is from one of your favs, slash, one of the best flicks, slash, what my life would have been if I was born 10 years earlier - "American Psycho".
April 4th @ 6:20 PM -
Quote of the year: “Did you ever think that high maintenance equals high quality?” This was said last night by Pasey to Joey’s new, skinny, slutty love interest (who has already been with Jenn) on Dawson’s referring to Joey and her awesome, college roommate. I 100% agree with him and this statement. HIGH MAINTENANCE = HIGH QUALITY!
A few of my friends describe me as being high maintenance (when it comes to appearance, not relationships) and I have to disagree with this. Seriously, I would say I am medium maintenance. Can I help it that I take pride and pleasure in making myself look good. Proven fact: You perform better if you feel better about yourself, and you feel better when you look better. Why do you think companies started the business attire back in 1 AD? Dressing up, clean shaven, combed hair makes you feel powerful and overall better. Here is a test, please try this: one morning when you wake up, get all done up, fully shower, do the hair and put on nice clothing/ shoes and walk around the city. The next day, wake up and throw on jeans and put a baseball cap on or pull the hair back and venture out. See what makes you feel better, it is proven that the "done up" will make you more productive and feel better. You will hold your head higher and get into a good walk and feel much more confident with yourself. I am not saying you will not be confident with the jeans, you can and probably will, but there is an added "note" if you are put together better. Try it! (Also, when I say "done up", I don't mean a 10 piece suit, it can be just a skirt and turtleneck or button-down shirt with a loose tie.)
Sorry about the random flip out, but when I write in the coffee shop and listen to my music, my head wonders much more and the distractions totally show. Back to the original point, I am not high maintenance, the people who have called me this have no credibility in the maintenance department. All of them or there guy friends are way to natural and granola and actually work at looking all earth friendly and shit. My favorite time in the world is spent in the bathroom, I can completely relax and put on my music and get away from everything in the world. I usually don’t bring the phone in with me and the majority of time is spent just standing there, not doing anything, mainly thinking. I can’t fully explain it, but I love my bathroom time and I get to drop my guard, relax, think and I take pride it making myself look better. So I spend a half hour washing my face and putting medicine and lotion on it and another half an hour shaving (I have very sensitive skin and it takes me forever to shave, plus I am Italian with a full face of black facial hair.) Another random question: why is the hair on a person different colors in different spots? My facial hair is the darkest color in the world, while my head hair is dark, dark brown, with my share of gray and my arm hair is dirty blonde. I had a friend with white hair on his head, red facial hair and orange eyebrows, it was really scary. Back to me, basically, the people who call others high maintenance are extremely self-conscious people. Have you ever realized that they are the first to make a comment about how much money you spend on clothing or hair cuts? And, you can’t joke around with them at all about there appearance. If you have ever been called high maintenance by someone, next time they make a comment to you about how much time you spend in the bathroom or how long you were in the fitting room, make a comment back about there hair or clothing and watch the reaction. I tried it once and the person shut the fuck right up and I thought they were going to cry, totally could not handle it.
I am moving tomorrow and this is it for Chelsea. Tonight we are suppose to do the last roommate dinner in Chelsea, hmm, where to eat? Oh yeah, I had to say good-bye to my dry cleaner today and her eyes filled up and she hugged me. I got a hug from my dry cleaner. She is awesome and a good dry cleaner is so difficult to find. I have been to so many places that fuck your stuff up or loose it and they are not responsible to pay for it. I have been going to this lady for two years and she never lost or wrecked anything of mine. We also had a moment together on 9.14, she is the person who started to bring me out of shock, my dry cleaner, I know, random. If you knew the story you would understand this more. I am moving and I am completely going to miss this coffee house, I have spent so many hours sitting in this window, reading, writing and mostly people watching (actually, I may have only read there once, but I tired a few other times). This has the best window and it is on 7th and I can see my apartment from it. I will come back to visit, I really will.
I need to comment on the extremely spiritual people sitting next to me. They are having a debate about the soy milk they serve here. I am completely serious. They are both drinking coffee with soy milk and arguing about the flavor and glutone content of the milk (not really the glutone content, but I have no idea what the words they are using mean and they sound like crap that would be in milk, I mean, health milk). First off, if you are trying to be healthy, why are you even drinking coffee, coffee is not good for you. Second, why are you wasting time, energy and air on a convo like this? You are wearing a head band and have black stretch pants on and are drinking coffee with soy milk. Please go home and do not come out till you find a personality/ fad and fully master it. If you retain the old as a base and keep adding on pieces of new ones, you will soon look like Rod Stewart. He has characteristics from every generation/ social movement and fad and just keeps adding them. Rod please stop, I am sure the hair was cool; but the hair now, with the fashion and the earth friendly bullshit, way to much going on.
April 4th @ 5:51 PM -
So why am I the best roommate ever? I am currently in the coffee shop across the street from my apartment, not for the obvious reason of drinking coffee or meeting someone. But to give my dear roommate and lover 20 minutes of passion. See, the lover just got back from a week long vacation and this could be the only chance for playtime in the next 3 days, because of the move. Side note: they have been dating 4 and a half years. Can you believe that, 4 and a half years, holy shit. I have never even owned an article of clothing for that amount of time.
Do you realize this is my last night living in Chelsea? I have tomorrow afternoon left for packing and then me and Aimee go up to our rent’s houses for the night. We wake up Saturday morning at 6 AM and go rent the truck, load up some stuff from her rent’s house, drive to IKEA and do some shopping (actually Aimee wants to go shopping) and then get back to our 646 apartment for 12 noon. At this point Claire will have finished her ceremonial moving ritual (we have no idea what she does, but she has to be alone. I personally think it has something to do with angry women music, articles from the apartment, a large caldron and fire - but what do I know?) Claire has also booked for two, large men to show up to our place at 1 PM to move our couch out and place it in the truck. Myself, Claire, Aimee and lover will then frantically run the million boxes and bags down the stairs and into the truck (we really do have a lot of shit, seriously, we have a lot). We will take it to our NEW 718 apartment and unload and bring it up to the 4th floor, via freight elevator. If we can not fit everything in the truck, we will rush back to 646 and take the rest of the stuff and go back to 718 and unload, again. The catch, this all has to be finished and the truck has to be back to the return station by 6 PM. Does anyone think this is possible? One more time: Orange County to NJ to Chelsea to Greenpoint to Chelsea to Greenpoint to Queens and the time with the truck is 7 AM to 6 PM. Game on...
April 3rd @ 12:57 PM - Is it 'Summer in the City' today? I am wearing shorts and a t-shirt and love it. It is amazing outside and I do not want to stay in, but I have so much packing to do. So what am I doing? I decide to take a break and post and burn a CD. I do have the rest of my day so mapped out and broke down by the minute. So much to do!
I have to say, if you are nice to people and persistent with what you want, you can get people to help and do anything from them. I learned this yesterday while on the phone with 10 different people and then face to face with 8 different people. I am usually kind of an ass to people who blow me off and are not helpful. The second someone is not friendly or helpful, I immediately get my "signature tone" and basically make the situation 100% worse. Yesterday, I totally was the nicest person and got everyone I was speaking to, to help me out. I would play into what they wanted to hear/ keep thanking them, even when they were repeatedly saying "no". I also just kept at them and would not stop, but in the nicest tone possible. Believe it or not, this all worked and I got everything I needed. Random: 5 of the different woman I spoke to yesterday at different utilities companies all used the name, Ms. Robbensons (I realize the real name would be, Ms. Robinson, but they said it as, Ms. Robbensons). I finally asked the 5th one if it was a cover up, so people could not call back and complain on Ms. Robbensons. She said, "no" and changed the subject.
So on my hunt for boxes yesterday, I stopped at "The Westminster", which is one of the new, luxury, doorman building in my neighborhood. Actually, it is 2 blocks south on 7th Ave and when I first moved in, it was a real, live, working gas station. The building is beautiful and I dragged Aimee back with me last night to get more boxes from them and we had to wait in the lobby for about 15 minutes. (The lobby is nicer and more expensive then the entire building I currently live it.) We ended up becoming BFF with the two guys who work there and they gave us the scope on the building and other ones owned by the same guy. While sitting there, one of the MTV VJ's walks in and we make eye contact and he walks off. I could not place him at first and Aimee had her back to him, so she saw nothing. I start to get all excited and try to tell her that a celeb just walked an inch from us, but could not get it out/ could not fully remember where I knew him from. I start spitting and yelling, "MTV, MTV guy, one of the VJ's, he is on MTV. It was, what is his name, shit, Chuck Norris, Chuck Norris lives here." Aimee goes hysterical and was like, "Chuck Norris, are you sure, how about John Norris." She was of course correct, and then he came back, again. He was talking to one of the guys and Aimee turned around and got to see him too. He is short and has a very cut/ pointy/ defined face. After he left we asked the doorman who else lived there and all of a sudden, the top Tommy model walks in with his dog. Aimee of course was starring at the dog and did not even notice the guy. When he leaves, the doorman all casually is like, "oh yeah, Harrison Ford also lives here". Me and Aimee stop speaking and we both had the same exact hope/ imagine pop into our heads, of Harrison walking in with Calista on his arm and the signature voice fill the lobby, "Hey (doorman), how are things tonight? Me and Calista don't want to be disturbed this evening." And they walk towards the elevator.
Basically, we have 2 more days of stalking the building to find Harrison Ford. Do you realize, we live 2 blocks from Harrison Ford and are moving. Figures...
April 2nd @ 12:35 PM -
Big fire on 24th Street, Chelsea is burning down. Actually, it is undercontrol now, we are safe.
April 2nd @ 11:45 AM -
I 100% entertain/ amuse myself. I sometimes think I could be the funniest person in the world, well, to myself. About 90% of the time I say and do the things I do for my own entertainment, just to make myself laugh. I could be completely happy if I had NO one in my life at all, if I was completely friendless and alone, mainly because of my entertainment skills. I continually laugh at myself.
I love going to comedy clubs, not for the jokes or skits, but for the comedians that laugh at themselves. Even if there shit isn't funny, as soon as they start laughing between jokes, I can't stop laughing. I am so entertained by comedians that laugh at themselves/ jokes, I think it is great.
I just had this bitchy broker run into our apartment, without knocking and stormed through the place. She pushed me aside and took this guy back and forth, in and out of my room and Claire's room. She really didn't say much to him, but managed to touch everything in our apartment. She had the most annoying voice and was such a broker, trying to sell a place she had no idea about, to a random guy who was not interested. Best part: I had Springer on the TV and it was a crazy episode.
Okay, I am starting to get nervous. It is Tuesday afternoon and we are moving this weekend. We leave Manhattan Friday evening, which means we have tonight, tomorrow and Thursday - that is ALL. Three evenings of organizing, planning and packing up our entire apartment. We are fucked! Update: Aimee is in better shape than Claire and I, she has packed two boxes already.
"Panic Room" was number one last weekend and did you know, it took 8 months to film and Jodi was pregnant during it. She was also not the original leading lady of the film, Nicole Kidman had the part and after the first 4 weeks, she hurt her knee and had to drop the movie. Random, Jared did not use a stunt double during the scenes he was on fire and got burned pretty bad.
April 1st @ 9:17 PM - I admire these people so much, give me a few more years.
Guess what movie this is from, "I have all the characteristics of a human being, but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion. I simply am not there!" Hint, one of my favorites.
April 1st @ 4:41 PM -
Have you ever had anyone in your life who thinks they are more important then they really are? Well, I do. This person thinks the touch is greater and now they are moving to the city. You are important to me, but not the center and can be erased very easily. I always knew you would move to NYC, but not this soon. I am happy for you and wish you well and will hang out, but that's all. I do not want anything serious and already have all my important people and have trouble balancing. I am not saying I do not want you to move here, but just to realize what will happen. The last person in this situation that moved here thought more would happen, but they quickly realized that was not the case. I had no time, except for what it is. Back to the original person, do you expect me to really drop my life for your visit on your birthday? I have a life and things going on and I like how it is now. It will not be a fairytale, story book situation/ outcome.
The truth, I don't want you to move here because I don't want to have to deal with what could happen. I live in NYC, you live in (edit) and the distance is good. We work together and I have not thought this about anyone in like 5 years. If you come to my home, I will either not deal/ destroy the situation or open it up and go with it. And if you have witnessed my last 25 situations, you will understand why moving here is bad.
PS - I am watching "The Shining" and the kid will not stop saying, "RED RUM, RED RUM, RED RUM, RED RUM...", and just drew it on the door. "Wendy, I'm home.", "Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in..." and "Here's Johnny!" are all fav's.
April 1st @ 12:07 PM -
One of my arch enemies in college, who has since become a slight friend is now engaged to a person my friends call, “Skillet”. They call this person “Skillet”, because this individual could be the ugliest person in America. They look like they got beat in the face with a frying pan, my apologies to those poor children. This adds to my theory that people should have to apply to have children and pass certain requirements.
Just a heads up, a “Making of the Band” marathon is on MTV. I like O-town, they are very entertaining.
Side note about my favorite teacher at my public high school in NY: she was a nun who had sex with the priest at there church, she got pregnant and excommunicated from the church. She then became an art teacher and was always slightly off, never fully together. Oh yeah, her son is gay. How ironic, I wonder what the Catholic church thinks about the entire situation?
April 1st @ 10:37 AM -
I have a lot to comment on, so this may be a big mess.
Everyday around 3ish these three boys play soccer on our corner (actually, it is the south west corner of 22nd and 7th). They come home from school and play for a few hours on the sidewalk. I try to always walk by them and kick the ball around and teach them a few moves. Friday, I decided I had some time and wanted to play with them. They are probably between 8 and 10 years old and such little boys. I ran across the street and charged the ball and took it away from the one kid and within seconds, had all three chasing me down the street. I finally gave it back to one of them and we set up a small three on one game. These kids are great, absolutely care free and so innocent. I stopped playing for a few minutes and just watched and listened. The ring leader kept kicking the ball in the street and hitting nearby parked cars. He stopped the game and announced that he would stop doing, “The One Finger Special Kick”, because that was the kick that was causing the ball to go into the street. One of the other kids said that his magical, metal foot was giving him problems and not normal today. They all had voices that were so high and sounded so young and they were all so happy.
I want to be 9 years old again. I want the biggest concern in my life to be whether or not I would have enough time for a quick game of pick up between dinner and it getting dark. I want the imagination and simplicity of a little kid back. I want to play soccer and create crazy situations while yelling and screaming and not caring about anything or anyone.
Okay, back to reality. Friday night, Claire and I went to see “Panic Room”. The theater was awesome, I love surround sound, stadium seating and packed houses. The movie was pretty good, it was not what I was expecting. I expected it to be more of a thriller and jump out of the dark and make you scream type movie. But it wasn’t, there were a few jumpy parts, but you expected them and were cheering the characters on. It was more bloody than I figured it would be. As for the cast and storyline, both were very good. Jodi, Forrest and Jared were great and believe it or not, the storyline was believable. Overall, it was pretty good and well worth the $10 and entertained me.
My college, freshmen year roommate was randomly in town on Saturday afternoon, with his girlfriend. She is an actress and had an audition on the Upper West Side, but both live in DC. One of my best friends was also in town for one day only. The two of us went uptown and met the two of them for a 2 hour brunch, talk section. It was great to see him and meet the girlfriend, who was in one of my classes in college, but I do not remember at all. She remembers me and they did not meet till way after college and have been dating for a few months. They are both very high energy and talk a lot, but balance each other out very well. They told me all the gossip about the old school friends: Zach and Dana got married and fat and bought a dog and townhouse, Gretchen is engaged to a bible beater and wants multiple children immediately, crazy Stephanie is a kinder garden teacher (this is the scariest), politician Keith has joined the Marines (actually, the officers program) to help his political career, my ex-roommate/ friend and ex-girlfriend (butt sex girl) are still dating and not looking very good (I love my life), John and Rose (who have been dating since freshmen year) are still together and they both just passed there diplomat exams. My old roommate is a great guy and put up with me when I was most difficult. My freshmen year sum up: I was just hitting puberty, ugly, annoying (very loud), and drunk everyday of it. Believe it or not, we do still talk.
Saturday night was of course full of drinking and playing, it was my last Saturday night living in Chelsea/ Manhattan. We had a great time, except for the moment I was propositioned by these two people to join them for a “private” night of fun. The story: Claire, my good friend (visiting from DC) and another old friend (who I lived with in Disney and is currently getting his masters from a school in Scotland) were all having fun and drinking beers in this cool bar. We got the corner area and had the pleasure to relax on couches. I walked to the bathroom and this person stopped me and asked if I use to work at AMS (a consulting firm in Fairfax, VA)? I replied with “yes” and this person said they use to work in a different department, but remembers me. This person had a friend in town visiting with them and the two of them asked me to leave and join them in there hotel room? I was speechless and thanked them for the offer, but said, “no thank you”. It was an interesting evening!
This morning I had to meet our new landlords in Queens at 9 AM to give our rent check for April. They are so awesome and completely natural (the exact opposite of me). The area I met them in is so nice and cute. A church next to the subway stop with bells and organ music pumping through the air. Easy going business people and elderly all calmly walking around the streets. I thought I would stand out, since I was looking like I was straight out of “The Matrix” and on my cell phone, but I didn’t. I do have to say, I was looking good; I had the long black coat, cool sunglasses, black pants, red shirt, Kenneth shoes and the wind was blowing the jacket around - I was a stud!
March 28th @ 2:33 PM -
Head down, please take a moment of silence - I'm sad, but also happy.
March 28th @ 1:51 PM -
My mom just called, again and is so upset. I really feel bad for my parents, in the last few months they have been put through enough. My little sister is in Italy for the semester and living in Florence. They got a call this morning from one of the Dean's of her school about the terrorist warning in Italy for this coming weekend. I guess they have found out that a very large terrorist group has moved in Italy and split up throughout 4 cities (Florence being one of them) and there plan is to kill all the Americans. The school is sending my sister and her friends to France from tonight till Tuesday, just to keep them out of Florence. The Dean also said that the warning on the US news is not complete, it is not just for this weekend, but for all of April. They are setting up all these special things for them and trying not to scare them, since they have no outside source of news and do not fully know what is going on. They gave my mom like 50 different phone numbers and my sister has been given special instructions, just in case. My poor parents, they can not handle anything else. If you know my little sister, you would understand why my family is nervous, she is not good in new/ hectic situations.
For the last few months, my roommates and I have been debating about dogs and the appropriate size. Actually, this argument is just between me and Claire. I ONLY like small, little, almost silent dogs. Ones that can be easily picked up with one hand and launched into my jacket if it gets to windy. See, I grew up with 2 Beagles and they are great, but to big. You can't pick them up very easily and they bark. This is my all time favorite dog, it is a Brussels Griffon and they are so much fun. They barely make noise and love to play and when they get really excited, there butt/ small tail wags so fast that they sometimes fall over. If you check the link, I like the very bottom, left picture, the one with short/ shaved hair. These dogs are great! As for Claire, she enjoys, very large, loud dogs that like to run and knock children and elderly people over while sprinting through the mud and streets. Example: Great Dane's and Bull Mastiff's (just kidding, Claire likes Labs and Retrievers and German Shepherds, the typical country/ spiritual dog). Big dogs are bad!
March 28th @ 12:22 AM -
I just got off the phone with one of my friends, who happens to be African American and Hawaiian. She lives with her white boyfriend in one of the middle, non-important states and she told me that her family calls white people, "Howies". I know, very random and I tried to explain to her that her family must totally talk behind her back. Situation: she moved to a random state to live with her "Howie" boyfriend, she is now the family slut.
Take it to the house...
March 28th @ 12:01 AM -
Only one day left! Tomorrow, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar...(sing it Claire, I've seen pictures)
March 27th @ 8:41 PM - Favorite clips from one of the best movies, ever, "Bring It On":
...it's a cheerocracy -- your being a cheertator -- she's the poo -- grill our asses -- lets not put the du in dumb -- dyke-a-delic -- circa 1977 to 1981, cool, how vintage -- you were having cheer sex with him -- Big Red snaked our routine -- cheerleaders are dancers gone retarded -- spirit fingers -- Bring It -- Hey Ladies, Do you want to see my spirit stick?
Marie, you need to see this movie. We seem to have similar taste in movies and I have seen it maybe, 50 times. I still can't stop laughing.
I need to comment on two of my favorite things in NYC, one pertaining to Tara's page and the other is random. First off, I 100% agree with Tara about the subway issue. The NYC subway is one of the best things NY has to offer. $1.50 can take you anywhere you want in the NYC area, whether it is 2 stops or 400, it is still just a buck and a half. I can go at anytime, since the subway never closes. I love mass transport! I would rather be on a crowded subway during rush hour, than sit in a car. I never understood the people in the city who are anti the subway and only cab it. They put the stu in stupid!
The random: The Lower East Side could be the coolest and the last of real NYC left. I would very much enjoy living in the LES, except for the non-subway accessible streets. There is such an eclectic group of people wandering the streets at all times: urban, artsy, business (preppy), trendy, Euro, sketchy, homeless, young'ns and blue collar. This afternoon, I walked down Bowery, starting at 2nd Street and stopping somewhere and felt like I was in old school NYC (and loved it). That area is great! I went to get the cast iron table base for the kitchen table I am making and figured the restaurant/ kitchen supply district would be the place, well it was. The warehouses were huge and had everything and anything one would EVER need for a house or restaurant kitchen, in any size or color and had 500 of each. I could not understand and at one point was looking at a soda fountain for our kitchen, till I remembered I don’t drink soda. I continued to venture down Bowery and entered the chair and standard kitchen supply stores area and that is where I found my table base. I have this ability to bargain with people and ended up getting the last one for $15, yes that is correct, $15 for a cast iron table base. It is awesome! I decided to skip the lighting district and make my way back to the subway, while carrying my table base over my head (resting on the shoulder). I walked the 12 blocks and looked so cool and even rode the subway home with my table. I can’t wait till it is finished and I can have dinner at a real kitchen table. I also can't wait to throw away this ugly, crappy, coffee table. I grew up coffee tableless and liked it and eating was done at the kitchen table only, even if alone.
PS- I know who the mystery person is - he, he, he...
March 27th @ 11:26 AM -
What an amazing day it is today. Soon I will be venturing down to the LES (which according to Coral on "The Real World - NY", LES stands for Lesbian places. LES really stands for Lower East Side.) I am going to the restaurant supply warehouses and looking for a black, iron base for our new kitchen table. I have something in mind that I am looking for and I know they have then down there and they are cheap, around $20. Once we move, we can go get a piece of wood cut to the size we need and stain and shine it. We will have the coolest kitchen table in the world and it will have a real restaurant-style, old fashion, black, iron table base.
I need to call the landlord and find out if our place was rented and we should find out today. Cross the fingers!
March 29th is quickly approaching and I am getting more and more excited.
March 27th @ 12:07 AM -
I have to apologize now for not posting in the last 3 days. I have been extremely busy and have not been on the computer till now. See, I am staying off the internet from the hours of 8 AM till 10 PM, in hopes that someone will call to take the apartment. Besides all of that, I have been extremely busy with making/ changing appointments and showing the place.
Sunday was family day and it went better than expected, but was still difficult. My rents, older sister/husband and new puppy all came over. This was a planned out trip of attack on there part and both sides did well. I have to give props to Aimee for holding her own and not getting tricked, bullied or letting my older, evil, extremely bitchy sister (but who I love dearly and is seriously great, well, to me at least) anything at all. (My older sister is the only person who knows what to say to emotional kill people, she is really good at using this tone and saying nice things to people, but secretly, they are horrible and when you realize it, you will cry. She also got in a fight in Disney World 2 years ago and cursed a man out for 10 minutes and proceeded to hit him. We almost got kicked out, but thanks to the NYC Detective (my Dad), he got her/ us out of trouble, again. She is also the only person who can tell me off so bad that I go speechless and cry and then usually apologize to her for some reason. Typical comment from her, "Hey Richie - you don't look that horrible today and your skin is looking slightly better than a 13 year old boys, this time and that sweater was in style only 4 years ago. Nice improvement." She says all this with a huge smile and is rubbing my arm and pretending like she is happy to see me and honestly cares about my life. I respond, "thanks and it is great to see you." I walk away happy and then start thinking about it, what did she say to me? What a bitch... I could write 50 pages about her and one day I will.) They brought the new puppy for pull and it didn't work, but that dog is so cute. He did so well playing with me on the streets, he pissed and shit everywhere, thank gosh I had a plastic bag with me. We ate and talked and me and my mom got in this huge discussion in the kitchen and it was about the favorite topic of *delete*. I tried and tried, it doesn't work.
Sunday night, me and Aimee showed the apartment to people who wanted it and then we became the married carpenter couple on "This Old House". We put on work outfits and took out the tools and removed both walls within 2 hours. It was AWESOME and we had so much fun. Taking down paneling, pulling out nails, unscrewing beams, patching nail marks. We were fuck'n the coolest people in the world and it was such a fun Lockwood & Aimee time.
Update on people who wanted the apartment: They turned out to be homo-phobs! They were from Boston, which gives me another huge reason to hate that city and they probably have a beautiful place in Cambridge. My heart does not go out for the upper crust Cambridge couple. As they put it to me, "Um, we walked around the neighborhood and were not impressed by 8th Avenue. It just wasn't out typical environment and we did not feel comfortable around those people..." Okay, maybe it is me, but what year is it? 2002, that is what I thought. When is the last time you were in a major city and heard someone honestly say, "I don't feel comfortable around those people"? It is not like the couple was from Virginia or anything, they lived in Boston (which should have made me turn them away immediately). I know Boston isn't huge and a majority of it is very upper crust, but it is a city, kind of, and I know they have gay people in Boston. They really did suck and I hope they went to get coffee in "Big Cup" and then decided to get a beer in, "Rawhide".
Monday I had Jury Duty, yes again. This time I got out of it, for two reasons. First, you have to be a Manhattan resident, which I am, but not for long. Second, it was a grand jury in a special narcotics case and they were letting anyone go who had experience in narcotics or had strong opinions regarding narcotics. Yes, I am serious. When I heard I could be dismissed for that, I basically took out a black pen and drew marks on my arm and started sniffing a lot and asked to go to the bathroom, cause I was coming down. Good times, good times...
I did meet my new love on Monday afternoon while showing the apartment. This person shows up and was beautiful, tall, oh so hot and rich as shit. They were like, me and my lover (which could be one of my new favorite words) both work at CSFB. I almost shit myself, I decided to play the guessing game to figure out what they both do @ Credit. I ended up being 100% correct, my lover = I Banker and there lover = trader. What a power couple, together for 8 years, no rings and both millionaires and work all the time. I am so jealous!
Today I met the antichrist. She sucked and was of course from LA. She walked in, with this movement and stopped like she was a statue of some kind. Within thirty seconds she mentioned she worked for NBC and the Carson Daly Show. While walking around and talking, she was telling me one of her friends is in LA for "Pilot Season". She quickly stopped and looked at me and asked, "Do you understand the lingo, do you know what "Pilot Season" means?" I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to slap her or crap in her bag. Later, while trying to get her to leave, she insulted me and my situation, without knowing anything. I flipped out and made up some crazy story and had details to back it up and she quickly changed her tone and looked at me different. Oh to the power of story telling on the spot, I love it and am so lucky that I am good at it.
Today was my dad's birthday and we went out to dinner. He is so nice and we talked and talked about all these things having to deal with the family. Sometimes I like being the responsible, intelligent one, but sometimes it is no fun. Everyone dumps everything on me, mainly cause they know I will not tell anyone else in the family and I will give my honest opinion. He dropped this bomb on me, yet another cancer victim and that I am the last clean one. What a nice dinner talk time for us: death, cancer, family money, cemeteries, US/ foreign bank accounts, special keys to special rooms in special buildings, random contact people and the sisters. I hate when reality slams you in the face like a train, especially when you are not expecting it or prepared. Whatever happened to a fun Birthday dinner with dad (yes Aimee, dad is said in that tone, with the inflection)?
I have come up with a new, new name and this one will be 100% serious. I will tell soon...
March 23rd @ 10:58 PM -
I forgot to post something. I realize I am constantly putting links up on my page, but this is the most important one to date. Check it out, it will only take a second. Chris Amoroso
The wine is now kicking in, --- need --------- to ---------- get -------------- off ------------- the ---------------- laptop. The mellow dramatic situations are being created and ----- sign ------------ off --------------- now.
March 23rd @ 10:23 PM -
This evening has been perfect and the night is getting even better. An important person in my life asked me to the movies this evening and refused to tell me what we were seeing. I knew the theater and the time we were meeting but not the time of the show. (I guess I could have looked up the theater and probably figured it out, but that would have been no fun.) I got the call at 6:15 and heard, “meet at the theater in 15 minutes“. I grabbed my shit and ran out the door. Secretly I was the most excited person for this, but could but show it and pretended like it was nothing when I got there. This person is amazing and honestly, has completely figured me out (which is extremely weird, since no one has gotten this far into the mind of Lockwood). Guess what movie it was? Well, he-he-he, it was ET. I have never seen ET and was very excited about seeing it and I never told this person I hadn't seen it. (Side note: this person also hadn't ever seen it.) The movie was great and I can not believe I have gone this far in my life and never seen ET. What a movie! One thing needs to be discussed, how many drugs has Spielberg done in his life? I almost fell out of my seat when the NASA, space men all jumped into there house. They looked like the zombies from "Night of the Living Dead", breaking windows and climbing in the house through every possible entrance and grabbing at the kids. I don't think that was a kids movie, it was extremely dramatic. Adult movie= ET/ Elliot gets drunk, the phrase "Penis Breath" is used, ET almost dies, sex, and most importantly - the suspense. That was great!
Now tonight, I am having a Lockwood night and it is perfect. I am alone in my room with my laptop, music and a bottle of wine. This could be the best night of my life. I will be getting so many things accomplished this evening and can not wait. I love these nights, mostly because they only happen once a year, if that. I have been planning this night out and it is finally here and well needed.
Do not worry, I am sure once I get drunk I will make some out of control post about some mellow dramatic event in my life. Till then...
Additional (12:15 AM): This is out of control! These two girls started there own version of Hogwarts* and people can apply to get in and they have rules and shit. What is going on and who are all these kids on the web, creating this new form of childhood. What ever happened to playing with sticks in the dirt or building forts in the back yard? I am honestly speechless... Prentice
*Hogwarts is the school that Harry Potter attends.
March 23rd @ 12:11 AM -
Okay, so I have been having a really bad day the last few days and it keeps getting worse and worse. To top it all off, now I think I am getting sick. Have you ever sat back and looked at everything and realized things are way out of control and spinning further down, faster and faster? And there is nothing you can do to stop it, you just have to watch it, take it and deal with it, all in hopes that things will turn around soon. I have to say, this is the first time in my life I am anti people, all people. Things need to let up soon, they can't keep at this level for long, it isn't humanly possible. I just need to ride it out and wait, just sit tight, bite my tongue a lot and wait.
Anyway, I am not trying to be an asshole or anything, but I think it is time for you all to check this site out. I came across it a little while ago and it is awesome. The girl is 14 and lives in Singapore and hates, I mean, hates the world. Every other posting is about how her dad is a fucking asshole and her mom is a stupid bitch and the world sucks. (I do realize my posting above fits directly into the world I am discussing, but I am not always pissed and anti the world. Mine is more occasional and random, while she is a bitter teenage who vents on the web.) And she talks about shit I have no idea about and it has been completely entertaining me. If any of you are interested, this is her page. I totally want to write to her, but she is 14 and I am not. I would have the police at my apartment door in like 5 seconds.
March 23rd @ 12:01 AM - "Living is easy with your eyes closed."
INTRO:
Rules for MY web page, bitch session, and WORLD: I post what I want to and about who I want to. I will only randomly be using names or pronouns, do not ask me who I am referring to, if you know me. Feel free to write to me: rferrara57@hotmail.com -- Oh yeah, you will most definitely not be reading any intelligent postings made by me. I may occasionally let a friend or two post and that may be grammatically correct and intelligent. If you like reading brain-dead sites about nothing real, feel free to check as often as you would like. I will be posting about my life, my adventures around NYC, pop trash (obviously), my nameless friends and random shit. If you know my few friends that have journal type pages, mine will not be very similar, mainly, NO poetry or intelligent revelations. If you are interested, please read on...
If you do write to me, please do not correct my grammar or spelling, I know I suck and really don't give a shit. Yes, I did graduate from college, believe it or not. Have fun and I hope you enjoy!
