The chipper quality of my voice in this message belied my intent for the call. A nearby Polish woman smiled at me while taking a drag on her cigarette. I smiled back at her, and descended into the subway for the last time in life…
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I found this earlier this morning over at NYC girl at heart and realized that I complain entirely too much, so I made a mental note to think about it and blog later this evening. Well it’s later this evening now, but I haven’t thought about it until now. (Why am I so negative?) But, better late than never, n’est-ce pas?
So here goes: The Ten Happiest Days of My Life (in chronological order or as close to it as I can manage)
...read more hereIt was just some minutes ago that that song played on my internet radio, and I got so literally sick and angry that I got up and walked away from the computer. The thought of just turning off or turning down the radio occurred to me, but I had to let it play. Why? I don’t fucking know.
...read more hereMy God, is everything the same in this city? Houses, duplexes, brownstones, projects, black people, white people, Asian people, snobs, hustlers, workers, hookers, housewives, rich people, poor people, angry people, indifferent people, church people, heathens, muslims, buddhists, vendors, teachers, college girls, old men, botox-injected porn stars, carpenters, gas stations, chinese restaurants…
...read more hereI love him though. I do. He’s honest. And he’s got an honest smile. His smile could melt the sugar off a cupcake. And his words could slice the wings off a fly. But I love him, though, because I don’t let that shit get through to me anymore. I laugh when he curses. Then he curses that I laughed.
...read more hereWhile I’m here thinking of him, he’s out there thinking of the Undertaker.
I’m suddenly glad once again to be where I am, safe in a hospital where such big bad evil things as my ex-husband’s apathy can’t get me.
...read more hereI paid a visit to the old stomping grounds this morning after I took the little girl to school. This was the neighborhood where I used to live before the Harlem thing happened. I had twenty dollars and a mission. Well, a list of missions.
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