"sweltering hot, crazy hot, hot, and getting hotter are not seasons"

got me a kitty tonight and all he can do is pant with his little pink tongue out because it's so fucking motherfucking terribly fucking hot in this goddamn city.

if gray, rainy days in fall are my favorite kind of weather, how on earth did i decide on this place?

"most of my dominican contacts are taxi drivers"

ashley and i are having a bbq on saturday for our birthdays and decided to make a facebook invite.

we have no friends here.

at least we have each other... suicide pact?

"this school is the black hole where careers go to die"

... or ambition, at least

"i always laugh in church"

i'm starting to realize that no matter life's ups and downs, it is a shared experience. no matter how far some dear friends may be from my daily existence and how close i feel to a new group of souls in my day-to-day, we ain't alone in this.

"if i had a car and a target"

"... and a postal service. i'd be here forever."

"god, she's a fucking stuffed animal

a vicious robot diabla"

"everyone thinks vince vaughn would love them"

drunk ashley is so wise

rico suave was really just "rich smooth" in english

isn't it weird when you tickle yourself and don't feel it?

"i'll just call this domino game a draw"

life is too full of misunderstandings. he's excited for us to come, and i forgot that traveling for an overnight means i have to pack.

"a fridge full of thanksgiving"

so....... a terribly daunting party for 30 turned into an intimate gathering of 10, and gracias a dios it did. it was delicious; the conversation was lively, the supply of wine was seemingly unending, and the turkey was wrapped in bacon for christ's sake. after a few weeks of the ups and downs of uncertainty, i found myself feeling a bit of home, finding the warmth i've often been lacking in this country. shit, i woke up this morning with a nearly clean kitchen (after cooking without cleaning for over 6 hours the day before) and treated myself to a cafe con leche and eggs cooked in bacon fat. i didn't need to seek out any adventure, i was comfortable with my cigarettes and pork right at home.

but no matter how quickly unrefrigerated butter melts around here, time passes so so so slowly in arroyo hondo II...

it's that moment the afterglow of getting a puppy wears off, when the little puta bites your hand and draws blood... it's that moment you realize (listening to pink floyd's "sorrow," of course) that you are not the person you want to be

what's a girl to do? does she go to punta cana to see for herself that things are gonna work out (or blow up in her face)? does she keep seeking the ups knowing damn well that she'll suffer just a few too many downs because of this pursuit?

i think she does like she always does, and on these off nights consoles herself with wine, skim ice, and dominoes... fuck, just charge the hotel to my card, cause we all knew i was gonna go back and do it again anyway.

"i'm gonna have wine and a nacho lunchable for dinner"

so......... the gringas are having a thanksgiving party, and since columbus killed enough tainos 'round here that people don't feel much like celebrating some gay-ass american holiday, we actually know a lot of grown people who are willing (dare i say interested) in coming to our casa for thursday's big meal. this time last year i was making a pretty fabulous, overwhelmingly vegan thanksgiving meal for my girls; tonight i'm grocery shopping for bacon-wrapped turkey fixins with mi mujeres. new recipes, new culinary experiments, and an apparent lack of sweet potatoes at the nacional.

"i don't follow anyone's blog, i'm a free spirit"

we need to stop drinking wine every night

tried to kiss a guy last night

woke up with wicked allergic reaction crawling up my legs
"who would have known you'd be allergic to conch?"

"i need to go out dancing"

carpet-munching, faggy demon

i'm a kenny g fan now

i like his christmas shit

(and it still smells like cow shit)