good times, if only for a few

talking to my baby who just landed in houston. hearing her voice is like honey to me. let me bathe in it!! she is oh so fucking yummers! next leg-off to sacramento. will be getting there around 3am! i'll be up or if not, she'll wake me up!! i heart her.

the funniest shit ever and disrespectful all in one...woohoo!!

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are we there yet?

last i spoke with my girl she was sitting in her pre-assigned window seat getting ready for take off. that was about an hour ago. one more to go till she lands in houston. she's promised me to call as soon as she's able to flip her phone and press power. i miss her. i miss her so bad.

baby,

i love you. the last hour has been the longest hour of my life. i tried baby to do some algebra and i did. i did maybe 10 problems or so but i kept getting frustrated and distracted so i stopped. i just jumped out of the shower and i must admit i feel a bit better. how i want to be with you right now. misty's outside, cherokee's sleeping. i feel alone. i'm trying not to think of the enormity of this but i can't help it. i want you all to myself. as horrible as it sounds, i don't want to share you with d. childish, i know but i need you. come back to me soon, come back so we can permanently become a part of the comfy blue couch. yum, yum, yum. i will see you thursday in lagando. there is no way i can work that day knowing you are coming back to me. my heart aches at this seperation. i want to sleep till thursday; well no make that wednesday. i'll do my best in algebra and then go right to sleep so i can wake up with my baby by my side. i love you, i love you, i love you. by my estimate, about 45 minutes left till you can call me. i hope the flight isn't too turbulent. gawd how i miss you. seperation anxiety hardcore!

i will follow you into the dark

it's a go on the third. my baby's on her way to the airport to visit her friends in cali. my heart and head are swimming in turmoil. emotional rollercoaster that seems to only consist of gravity laden downward spirals. who designed this monstrosity anyway? i miss her already and it's been less than 10 minutes. how am i supposed to sleep by myself for these three nights? the only thing bringing a smile to my face now is her sweet words upon receiving a text from her. i love you, k. i love you more than simple man-made words could ever express. if i could i would wrestle all the stars in every single galaxy and mold them into the shiniest and gaudiest ring imaginable. you will be the envy of everyone. you will be loved for life. i will spend my whole existence making sure you never lack it. dammit, not even npr can assuage my hurt. popped in death cab's plans. loving, loving hardcore i will follow you into the dark. so much beauty & sentiment in that melody. right up there with new slang as musical masterpieces in my world. truly yummers!

gonna try to get my mind occupied with other stuff so i won't long for her too much. not sure if that'll be successful but i have to try. have two finals this week. algebra and government. i only need a 70 in algebra to keep my A. props to me. first semester back and on the verge of ending it with all A's! this certainly calls for a celebration. wanted to smoke to celebrate but that's not much of a celebration. will await my girl and celebrate properly with her. she graduated with her AA and is going to uni in the fall. double plus goodness!!! gawd, she's my whole world. i want to transport ourselves to thursday so she can be back in my arms and i can be looking at her baby blues. for now, i have Degas' dancer pirouetting to her words to keep me company.

dat's how i roll!

waiting for the bus...

FYI, 13yo skool grl is nu US txt mssg chmpN

this made me laugh; but in a good, wholesome, i'm getting all fuzzy and shit kinda way. kudos chica! or is it kds chka....on second thought, i don't think the cool kids say 'kudos' any more...or ever did.

FYI, 13yo skool grl is nu US txt mssg chmpN

hello? anyone out there?

credit where it is due: ralph nader's "crashing the party":

Voters are left with limp imagery, hackneyed slogans and omnipresent thirty-second propaganda advertisements.

so fucking true. politicians don't give the populace enough credit. throw us no more bones but instead a sirloin steak. we promise to take our time and savor each entree your party and platform are serving. is america content on heaping the empty calories of recycled rhetoric, negative attack ads and status quo politics on our plates? sadly friend, the answer is a resounding yes. the buffet of ignorance; whether voluntary or not, is open for all comers.

what will it take to have us drop our ipods and devote the same attention we pay to every minute detail of american idol to the idle american politics? who's to help us say 'no thank you' to another white, rich male from being elected?

both political parties have helped drive the apathy in voters' heart and they like it this way. our sham democracy is nothing more than an elaborate play. the american people are the extras. big business with their formidable k street warriors are the protagonists. we have no lines. all we have is what they give us. a soundbite that has been encapsulated into a few scant seconds lest they lose our interest. indeed as nader points out "Dr. Pavlov soon becomes the patron saint of the political horse race."

i love you. my responsibility has found a place.

just got my eyebrows done. pretty keen if you ask me. sitting at the public library debating whether i should walk to *** to get my boo's 6mth anniversary gift or leave it till tomorrow as i had originally planned. so far, laziness is winning. it's hot outside and it's nice and chilled inside. got my books for summer term earlier today. can you say hella excited! so what classes are you taken, d? well, thanks for asking. i am partaking in: liberal arts math, international relations & humanities from the 15th century onward. yum! currently feeding my mind with ralph nader's "crashing the party" and a few choice lines stick out thus far

1. Politics is the art of having it both ways (8).
2. Democrats regularly say all the right things but do nothing.
3. Republicans rarely say the right things and do nothing.

rachel mcadams is her bitch

we're both tipsy.. happy 420! but no pot to be found here. she just said "turner & hooch". say what??!! hottie machottie, she is. watching "mean girls". love tina fey!! nothing's hotter than girl on girl...

bumpy lumpy

There she lies dead. Moment of silence; everlasting moment of pain. When will i get over losing her? Soon please. Nothing kills racquetball high faster than boredom.

happy friday!

all together now: "my baby's coming home, my baby's coming home. my bay-bay-bay-bay baby's coming home!" it's a gorgeous springtime friday outside and inside. anxiously awaiting my baby's flip-flopped feet announcing her arrival from school. it's friday! our day! going to riverside to indulge ourselves in some sun, fun, starbucks, kisses and each other! yummers to the infinity power!!!! overabundance of exclamation points today but i feel hyper exclamated!!! huh? so glad it's a nice fucking beautiful day out. my baby deserves nothing but sunshine, sunshine and more sunshine.

for posterity's sake, i've just wrapped up bait and switch by barbara ehrenreich. fascinating read. she's gone undercover to expose how hard it is for low skilled laborers to get by on minimum wage in nickeled and dimed and in her new book she exposes how hard it is for high skilled workers go get by. we hear constantly of the dynamic nature of the economy; that no one is guaranteed a job even with a degree but the i wasn't prepared for the stark reality that no matter what socio-economic level workers are categorized in, the end result of being unemployed or um, in transition (in execu-speak) is loss of wages, loss of esteem, loss of self-worth, loss of material goods. raise your hand if you've had to sell off your possessions and move back into your parents room? the downward slide is not just for layed off factory workers anymore. corporate america is completely obsessed with the bottom line and has no qualms about getting rid of the thing that they consider the most expendable: the hardworking You. is there a way to stem the tide of lay-offs, outsourcing and miserly wages to foreign workers? if there is, it will come from the public sector. the gov't is too indebted to corporate interests to pursue any serious reform. from where i see it, we're just counting down to another enron...

i am hyphenated

i am hyphenated. it divides me. it connects my two halves. hispanic-american. hispanic first? by birth therefore by default, first. american. lived in this country since age three or four. can't recall. grew up not on plaza sesamo but sesame street. became gifted in the english language in class, on my street, watching tv, playing with the neighborhood kids. the same kids who asked if i was mixed. what did that mean? yes, i'm mixed. no, i'm not. not mixed in that sense but mixed in the same sense as millions of others. no clarification needed if you're part of this club.

arroz, frijoles, platanos, chuletas, baleadas. food that comforts me. food that competes with burgers, fries, chili dogs and starbucks for room in my ample belly. the best of both worlds; the worst of both worlds.

where am i going in life? in my head? is my country; yes, my country going backwards? has the progress made since the 1960's been for naught? will i ever come to terms with my two selves? the split forking of me reconcile and allow me to traverse both worlds? i want to glide fluidly between the two. exclusivity works only in romantic relationships. if i have kids will i show them the way of the old country? the country that gave birth to me. the country i don't know. mi historia no se termina aqui. todavia estoy escribiendola. adonde me llevara? nadie sabe. solo se qu mi vida se seguira desallorando aqui en los estados unidos. con flan a un lado y chocolate chip cookes on the other side.