Memorable Week

* Spent most of the past two weeks dealing with a surly boyfriend in theMan, who is in another one of his moods. Whether it was my working late (I have a job you know) or going out all the time (gee, it use to be the other way around in the beginning) or not paying him enough attention (this from a guy who spends most of his time on the phone talking to his friends), it was one thing after another. I think it may be a long summer.

* Life at the job has gotten little better either. Not only do I have construction workers working below me, now I have the phone guys using our area as their work space while they install a new phone system at SIC. Just another example of the Gang of Five's shoddy management skills which have led to an exodus of some of it's best workers and our steep fall in the Globe's Top 100 this year.

* Obamakin went south for two weeks to visit family but before he left we went out shopping for his trip. We had the best time as we made fun of each other's taste in clothing. He's the typical label seeker while you can usually find me near the sales racks. I usually don't like to shop with other fags (especially theMan) but Obamakin is the exception. It's only when he's out of town that I realize how much I miss the arrogant mutha fucka.

* Traveled to SE Mass to visit Mama2tone last weekend, where I spent some quality time with my dysfunctional family and went clubbing in Providence. Time with the family was good, since only my MOMS and my big SIS were around (all 3 bro's were MIA thank god). My night out in Providence was fun, too. Although it started slow, it picked up as the night went on. Since it was Sunday, MB was fairly quiet so I ended up at Club Energy, which I was glad to hear it was HIP HOP night. Funny moment of the night was when I spotted this guy I had dealt with awhile back, which didn't end so well. To avoid him, I retreated to the dance floor where I tried to lose myself in the crowd (tough when you're 6/3). But of course, as I looked in the mirror he was suddenly dancing near me. As Obamakin always says, "Dogs always find their way back". As for this dog, I had little interest and hit the bar again.

* Like many Americans, I spent Memorial Weekend close to home and hung out in the city. Not exactly the most exciting time but I did manage to have some fun. I went blading, played some hoop and went out clubbing. By the time I got back to work Tuesday my muscles were aching, I was fried from too much partying and had a nasty sun burn. So who needs to travel?

* I thought the feelings had passed over the past few weeks, but the sight of PrettyEyez this week brought all those unresolved emotions flooding back. Seeing him, I found myself flashing back to that one night a few months back. I keep reminding myself what I said back then "that I have nothing to offer you" but as time passes I find myself wanting things to be different. Yeah, right. As they say, "you play the hand your dealt". And at the present time, my hand blows!!!

Tax Rebate - Thank You

Thank You Mr. President - you know how to go out with style. Tip everyone on the way out the door. And you should, generously. After all the crap you put us through for the last seven years its the least you could do. Never mind you won't be around to pay the bill in the end. It's the thought that counts.

Thank You Congress - you know a good thing when you see it. Who could resist a win-win situation like this? Giving money to your constituency makes it look like you actually care about us and shows how serious you are about getting the economy rolling again. Plus, it easier than making harder choices on cutting federal spending and ending earmarks.

Thank You China - especially the Bank of China, for continuing to loan us the money to pay for all this, and more. Without our Big Brother in the Far East, we might actually have to make pay for something.

And last but not least, the future generations who someday will have to clean up the mess and pay the tab of their parents.

I only have one issue - stop calling it a rebate - its not free. We are not fools. We will pay this back.

A Week of Yesterdays

* Things have been quiet on the home front as TheMan has found other things to focus on instead of me. Because he can be so possessive and requires alot of attention, it's always helps when he has something else to occupy his time with. Beside getting his bike on the road, he's exciting about the return of his best friend, Scratchy, who's been in Florida all winter. TheMan can’t wait because they love doing the same thing - gambling. Something I never got into – thank God. I have enough vices. Losing money by scratching tickets or going to the Casino isn't my idea of a good time - unless it's someone else's money of course.

* Meanwhile, a friend of Scratchy, is about to be sentenced in Florida after being found guilty of leaving a car accident scene which someone was killed in. Needless to say, Scratchy is upset as is TheMan about their friend’s plight but I have little sympathy for the guy. One, he’s had a history of trouble. Second, he was drunk that night and driving when he should not have been. Third, he was aware enough to call a friend to come pick him up after he fled the scene but then told authorities he had little recollection of what happened that night. Needless to say, the judge didn’t buy the story and found him guilty. His sentencing is next week and faces up to 3-5 years behind bars. Everyone is in a tizzy. But for me, if you act irresponsibly then you better be prepared for the consequences.

* Had lunch with AngelEyez and our other friend, DC, another shrink I use to work with back in the day. DC is one of those drop dead Italian girls from Jersey, who also happens to be smart as hell. The three of us use to hangout alot when we were all working together and it had been years since we seen each other. It was like old times but less drinking and smoking cigarettes. As it is often with old friends, we spent most of the time talking about the old days and some of the fucked up kids/families we dealt with. For a brief moment I actually missed it – until my stomach churned and reminded me of the ulcer that job left me with. Regardless, it was good to have some real Girlfriends again.

* Talked with Obamakin who had two things to bring up: First, Hillary was dead in the water now after his North Carolina win, and second, he wanted to come to the defense of MrA, who he feels I gave a bad rap in my previous posting. As for Hillary’s floundering campaign, I have stated for awhile that her only chance rested in if Obama stumbled somewhere along the way. And he hasn’t – despite Reverend Wright(eous) best attempts to trip him up. And I thought I needed new friends. As for MrA, I was less kind and simply told Obamakin, that he got the press he deserved. I reminded him it was MrA who kept from me that he and AngelEyez had talked about me and made a promise never to get involved with me. I also reminded him that even though it was a stupid promise to make – he still had the chance to tell me after AngelEyez left town so I would’ve understood why she was upset. No, it took a whole year to find out the truth from her – and by then the damage had been done. Enuff said!!!

* Flippa swooped into town again last week and dropped the bombshell he's moving back to town in the fall to attend grad school. At first I was excited about the news but later on I began to think - "great another distraction back in my life". A short re-cap on our history, I met Flippa years ago when he was a Undergraduate student. Both of us had boyfriends at the time, but from the moment we first met at Buzz, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. It lasted for about a year, until he graduated and went South. We had a good time for awhile, but that was a different time. As we had dinner and drinks at Common Ground, it was evident Flippa had changed as well. He was still the energetic, sharp kid who has no problem expressing himself but there was a appealing maturity about him. The night ended with me making some excuse about having to meet TheMan, resisting every temptation to go back to his hotel with him. Flippa was cool with it but made sure he kissed me - i guess to remind me of what I was missing. It worked.

* On the way home that night, I found myself thinking you could never go back. Things are never the same. No matter how you try to recreate what you once had - it's never the same as the first time. Things change - people evolve - life goes on. The quote says it all -

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered".- Nelson Mandela