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Sunday 14 October 2007
Going to Hell in a (Hot, Latin) Handbasket
"And the best thing about him? He has a serious health condition!""Isahrai, did you seriously just say that the best thing about your new boyfriend is that he is sick?"
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Monday 10 September 2007
Snuggle
... What is it with people making fun of my quirky habits lately?Wednesday 05 September 2007
Now with a Fresh Lemon Scent!
"Rai, uh... why do you have orange peels in your bathroom garbage basket? Do you have an eating disorder that requires you eat citrus in the bathroom?"Tuesday 10 July 2007
Squeezed
I've never been a fan of orange juice. Never drank it, not straight up and not even with vodka. The only time I ever bought orange juice was every Thanksgiving to make my homemade cranberry sauce - and then I usually gave the rest of the carton away since it made no sense for it to go bad. Oh, and in full disclosure, I did once drink 6 mimosas on a Tuesday morning when Deborah threw a ladies' brunch at her restaurant. At the time, it felt silly and decadent and Bev and I decided to just live it up. At the time, I also had dengue (but didn't know it yet) so it might have been the delusion-inducing fever that made me drain my orange juice & champagne cocktails so quickly.Friday 09 March 2007
Reservation Code KYBKXB
So something happened in the past 6 weeks or so. I hit rock bottom in my addiction to melancholy. And instead of ODing, I actually survived my intervention, went to rehab, and now I'm soberly optimistic. It's fun - especially when I freak people out with my happiness.Monday 19 February 2007
Plays Well with Others
I've just taken on a new project that has me collaborating with two women whom I have admired for a long time now. I have hoped to emulate their professional careers, both in the success they have achieved but also in the honorable, creative, and fun (yes! fun!) ways they have achieved it. They are both artists, committed activists, and well, (dare I say it?) quite beautiful. I was thrilled enough that they even responded to my email; when it turned out that they already knew of me and my work... well, there was some hyperventilation and some giddy girl squeals. When they actually offered me work, I showed up at Casa Lobo Verde and announced "Look at my face! This is the face of a happy woman! Quick! Look! It doesn't happen often!"Tuesday 06 February 2007
No Change of Address Form Yet
As I started to seriously think about what I am going to do, I also realized that moving will incur its own expenses, that I'll have to move into another low cost apartment in a lower class neighborhood meaning I'll probably find many of the same problems, and the idea of moving my internet again makes me break out in hives. If moving is going to cost me money, why not spend it on this apartment and eliminate the packing, multiple trips to Telmex, and new neighbors who might be just as loud and unsociable as my current ones are?Monday 29 January 2007
Timeline
4 am: Decided I must must must go to bed as the last 3 days I have been awaken by men with sledgehammers at 7 am (ie. 7 minutes after I go to bed) laughing, talking, and yes, sledgehammering about 3 feet outside my window.5 am: Took another sleeping pill.
6 am: Tried to recite the states of Mexico in an attempt to lull myself to sleep.
6:30 am: Resolved to study more Mexico history and geography after only being able to name 12 out of the 31 Mexican states in 30 minutes.
7 am: Sighed.
7:05 am: The sledgehammers began.
Sunday 28 January 2007
The Kucumber Killer
I'm obsessing over serial killers a bit this week after becoming completely engrossed in the 1st season of Showtime's Dexter* about a CSI-style blood spatter forensics expert in Miami who spends his nights killing people who have gotten away with murder. It's as black a black comedy as you can get - with some yummy Michael C. Hall facial expressions that have given me both darling daydreams and nasty nightmares. I dare you to watch this show.I'm also obsessing over a new refreshing Mexico find: agua fresca de pepino.