so, ive been looking at menupages.com wanting mexican. i called one place called “Fresco Tortillas” and the man who answered took my address and i followed with my order for tacos and guacamole. he said to me, “we no mo mexican food. we only chinese food now. you want chicken, we do chicken.” yeah, sorry buddy, i just tried to order veggie tacos so you can keep your chicken.
this all happened while in the background from my television “Sweet Home Alabama” was playing.
As I wrote last time, I have been obsessing about one particular car. To my surprise, I look out my window this morning to see that my neighbor just got the car I dream of. I must meet him NOW!
I remember several years ago when I lived in Alabama. I think it was 2003. I worked as a car saleswoman at a Subaru Dealership. Every day for lunch I went on rides in my favorite car, the Subaru WRX STI. I still want one for myself and one of these days I might just get one. I know I don’t need one and that I would rarely want to drive anywhere, but sometimes that’s not the point.
I found a pic online of the exact one I want. Go ahead and drool!
My music choices have changed drastically in the past few days. I don’t know what that is really a result of, but I feel like it’s something really drastic that is represented. There have been times in the past when this same thing occurred. One time it was the result of my divorce. My mood was sooo different then than it had ever been before that for several months I did not listen to any music with lyrics. Slowly, I went back to my Rap/ Hip Hop obsession. Another time that things changed was about a month before I moved to NY. I was in a big transition that ended in me deciding on a Thursday that I wanted to maybe move to NY and I ended up here on Monday and didn’t look back. During this time, I listened only to very traditional southern rock music. I listened to the Eagles, Aerosmith, AC/DC, and most of all Thin Lizzy and Lynyrd Skynyrd.
Now, for whatever reason, I have gone from Hip Hop to a weird mix of what I typically describe as hipster. God, I hope I have not been given a hipster transition serum. Ha!
I’m loving Hot Chip, Pheonix, Feist, and some of the same type.
I feel a change in the life of me. Not sure what but I’m predicting.
Maybe it is time I pack up and abandon all and move to Jamaica. I do have a free one way ticket that does go to Kingston if I want it to. Hmmmm.
Who knows.
Who cares.
Back to the Music.
I’ve been waiting for this for way too long. An entire album with Nas featuring Damian Marley.
I really really wish they would get it together already. I’m ready.
1. strict observance of promises, duties, etc.: a servant’s fidelity.
2. loyalty: fidelity to one’s country.
3. conjugal faithfulness.
4. adherence to fact or detail.
5. accuracy; exactness: The speech was transcribed with great fidelity.
6. Audio, Video. the degree of accuracy with which sound or images are recorded or reproduced.
i really like this word and i really like this song.
i’ve become a hermit once again. i like it here in my house. i kinda don’t ever want to come out. the only reasons i have left since coming home from SF have been to ride on my bike and not get off till i’m back home and grocery shopping. yesterday, i slept the entire day. i did not even get off the couch from the 8am when i got in from the airport until 5pm. i’ve watched entirely too many movies but am really appreciating my negotiation skills. i used them to get myself a free month of HBO and STARZ because my Showtime was off when the Weeds episode 2 weeks ago came on. it totally threw me off. i have not had access to watch it so I’ve missed all the weeks since. it’s a problem. it needs to be fixed now that i’m home. bring on the technician.
i cleaned the house today. i even cleaned the base boards. issues.
little dude keeps trying to get me to give him more treats when he has a bowl full of food. jerk knows just what he is doing. puppy dog eyes. whining. i will win this battle. for God’s sake, i microwave his food. he should be happy. i wish i never found these new treats that have spoiled him so.
i have to go back to work tomorrow. the only thing that could be more blah than that is that it looks like it is going to rain a lot this week. thanks to Under Armour and Staple Design, i CAN ride in the rain. that doesn’t mean i WANT to ride in the rain. that just means i have to spend more time in the gym instead of on my bike. BLAH………
i want to be home more. i missed home. i guess i even missed my crazy dog. i can’t wait till next weekend when i can reemerge to the world. just wasn’t feeling it the past two days.
thats how i feel. ive been going and going and when i get home tomorrow im putting a stop to this madness at least for one day. i am now in San Francisco at the Incase office for meetings. listen to the insanity of the last several days.
last thurs – left for visit to Alabama
Monday – home from Alabama
Tuesday – work then my birthday party
Wednesday – work then G-Shock Kanye West event
Thursday – 7am no sleep flight to SF
Friday – leaving SF on the red eye back to NY
tomorrow – I AM NOT LEAVING MY HOUSE …… well maybe going to get a haircut but that is it.
i always forget how the summer gets so busy that finding time to sleep sometimes seems impossible. i also am remembering how it feels to go go go and then try to sleep and be too wound up to actually sleep any. NOT GOOD!
now i know why so many people in NY take sleeping pills.
ok so today i am in the mood to be totally filterless which usually means i should not write a thing on here or anywhere else. well i dont care.
im leaving to go out of town today. that is enough to make it better. im going to lay by the lake and soak up some southern sun. i know there are a lot of people there who might jump at the chance to talk to me and say how much they miss Ray. well, you little crackheads, im not interested. if you dont really know me but you think you do and you see me this weekend, there is a good chance that you will not like my reaction. i’d be very happy to punch a face right now anyway.
one more thing about Ray and people who think they knew him. what the hell do you think killed him? if you open up your bag or your drawer or whatever and see something illegal that you either put in your mouth, arm, your pipe, or your glass of water —- i want you to step back and think……”how the hell do i have the right to say i miss someone or feel sad about them when i contributed to the same shit that took them away ?” also ask yourself if you ever really knew him. i bet not. if you did you would know he had no interest in knowing you.
then you can think again if you see me this weekend and contemplate saying hi.
i’m over it!
just a warning….ranting…..public service announcement.
