What a Weekend...General Observations...

Saw this chick reading "Thug-a-licious," a book, on the subway.

Thug-a-licious? This is literature? I think I'm going to be sick...
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Old HS teacher+too much red wine+hip hop music= trauma I will need much too much therapy for...
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Art- even that of undiscovered and not-that-popular-yet artists- is EXPENSIVE!!!
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To the cute Latino Thug on 103rd and Lex...I saw you checking me out while I was on the phone; I was peeping you from the corner of my eye. But you waited until I was already going into the subway to tell me I'm sexy. A real man would have told me from the moment I crossed the street in his direction. Your loss because I am DAMN SEXY...
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My pack-rattishness (new word I made up...literary geniuses like myself can do that) is hereditary. I got it from my mom who got it from her mom...my kids have it, too. I think it's a side effect of poverty.
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Break-ups are hard- whether they were mutual and for the right reason or something your ex flung at you from left field. The downside is the depression that forms lines around your mouth and forehead and dark circles around your eyes, and steals your ability to just BE. The upside? Did I mention that I've recently lost 20lbs?
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According to a dream I had (induced by lots of red wine...NOT with my old HS teacher...you pervs!) Gene Simmons is really good with kids and can cause newborns to start talking.
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Even my Allah-loving, devout, observant neighbors find it necessary to drop the F-bomb when things don't go their way. At 10AM on a Sunday morning. When I'm trying to sleep off the one-too-many glasses of red wine. And they won't tolerate any backtalk, either!
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My hair is really long!
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Portabella mushromms, grilled just right, tastes just like, if not better than, steak. YUM!!
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The L-train SUX AZZ!!!!!
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As much as I hate to admit it, I love it when my kids go with their dad for the weekend. And as much as I try to fight it, I miss them when they're gone.
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If I can surround myself with words for the rest of my life, I'll never be lonely.
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*smooches*
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so here i am at my most hungry
and here i am at my most full
here i am waving a red cape
locking eyes with a bull