Saturday, December 31, 2005

The Dear John Letter

Dear 2005,

You know what...I had such hope for you. I thought this year would be so different. We started on such a good foot. But you know what...


Yeah we had some great that time with the car and those sheets and how about that night with the brownies, the drill, those shelves, and the hot know what I'm talking about. Don't try to get all bashful on me now. You're just as guilty as I am.

But oh the lows...oh the lows...what were you thinking!!!!

I gave you so much of my body, my soul, my love, my creativity, and most of all my heart. And what did I get for all of my generosity...a battered heart, weary and heavy.

So that's it...I'M DUMPING YOU!

It's over and nothing you can say will make me change my mind. I've got to move on. You'll see...this is the best thing for both of us.

And anyway, I've met someone new. His name is 2006. Under different circumstances I think you'd actually like him. The two of you aren't all that different.

So anyway, you need to come over and get all of your crap. I'm keeping the books and the DVDs. Oh yeah, I'll need my keys back and don't even try to get them copied. The doormen have been notified and are keeping an eye out for you.


Thursday, December 29, 2005

There is great risk

There is great risk when you ask to be loved

To accept fingers run through your hair for what they are
an expression of care and a desire to comfort

There is great risk when you ask to be loved

To lay the full lengths of your body side by side and
enjoy the warmth, the unparalleled warmth, of another human being

There is great risk when you ask to be loved

To remember kisses and caresses, feel hand on flesh and thigh and beyond
even more acutely when no one shares your bed

There is great risk when you ask to be loved

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

100 Things about me: 90-81

90. I own 41 pairs of shoes. I counted them last night. But I only wear about 9 on a regular basis.

89. I can read backwards as quickly as I can read forwards. Chalk this one up to my dyslexia.

88. I bit my nails until I was 24. I still pick at my cuticles but only when I'm bored.

87. I've been going to the same hairdresser since I was 22. Antonio at Avalon Salon. I don't know what I'd do without him.

86. I'm a stockpiler. I like to stockpile everything. You will always find extra toothbrushes, hair clips, bottles of shampoo, and bags of brown sugar in my apartment.

85. I used to have a two and a half octave vocal range. Now I'm down to about two. Does this mean that I'll be down to one and a half octaves by the time I'm 50?

84. I may or may not have a secret identity and I may or may not be keeping a secret blog that may or may not chronical the more dubious activies I partake in.

83. I once broke a boy's finger in the third grade. There was this kid, Billy Graham, who kept making fun of my friend and I. One day he just wouldn't quit his taunting. I think he was trying to make my friend cry. At one point he started pointing his finger right in my friend's face. It was all too easy. I just grabbed his finger and twisted it back and snap. I threatened to really beat him up if he told anyone about what I did. I think he told the teacher that he broke it while playing basketball. I really don't feel bad about this. He was very annoying and he tormented me from about the first grade to the fourth grade.

82. I stopped eating hot dogs in second grade. Blame it on Billy Graham. He did some really weird things with his hot dog (in hindsight it was all very homoerotic). In anycase, I couldn't eat them after one particularly graphic and horrific lunchtime episode.

81. My first kiss was with this young black boy with a bit of an acne problem. He was tall, skinny, ebony skinned, and wore glasses. He also sang tenor in the choir. propensity for the artsy boys started young.

Things to be done before the new year

HiddyHo young pirates. I hope you had a good holiday regardless of what you celebrate. It's almost 2006 and there are lots of things I need to do before the new year begins. Here's a partial list:

1. Scrub down and clean up the old homestead. I'm talking getting on my hands and knees and getting into those corners that don't normally get cleaned, like that little space between the floor lamp and the piano that I don't bother with cause it would mean that I'd have to move the lamp and the guitar and the speaker.

2. Sell off some of my losing stock so that I can report the loss on my income tax.

3. Send out all of my charitable giving. Why is it that I always wait until the last second to do this?

4. Sort through my closet and thin it out a bit. A woman always needs some space for her wardrobe to grow.

5. Go to the eye doctor and get a new perscription for my contacts.

Hope you have happy plans for the Eve of 2006.

Friday, December 23, 2005

100 Things about me: 100-91

To make up for the recent lack of posts I thought I'd play a fun little game called "100 random things about Bo". I hope you have as much fun reading this as I had thinking up these things:

Here is 100 - 91

100. I'm a blanket stealer.
99. I once stole a tube of lipgloss in the 7th grade. I still feel guilty about this.
98. I can crack all the knuckles in my toes by just wiggling them.
97. I can't sleep with clothes on. Regardless of the weather, I need to sleep nekkid. When forced to "sleep" in clothing (because I'm a guest or sharing my bed with a friend) I typically don't fall asleep. I just sort of lay there for 7 hours.
96. Once, while running a half marathon, I pooed in my shorts...but just a little...just a little. I REALLY REALLY REALLY had to go and there just wasn't any place to go. Anyone who has ever run any long distance can symphatize with the sudden urge to poo that accompanies a very hard run.
95. I'm kinda obsessive of double checking that my toaster oven/stove/rice cooker are turned off. I once travelled all the way home during my lunch break to double check that they were all off. I'm afraid that as I grow older this will become a major problem.
94. I can do a full split and then bend my back leg and place the top of my head in the sole of my foot...but only on my left side.
93. I have performed some sort of sexual act in all of the following locations: a concert tent at the Coachella Festival, a bathroom in a nightclub in Berlin, an elevator (well, several elevators), an office in an investment bank located in the Wall St. area, backstage of Hill Auditorium, in Central Park...but surprisingly enough I've never had sex in the back seat of a car or in a movie theater.
92. I have been known to open a bag of cookies and chomp away whilst waiting to checkout at the grocery store.
91. I can't watch scary movies of any kind nor can I watch violence of any kind.

Day 3 and the strike is over

I'm sure you've all heard the good news...the strike is over. Walking around this afternoon (I'm feeling better today...still a little sicky but I've never been one to sit in my apartment for days in a row, I need to get out) I even saw a few buses already rolling. It'll be nice to get my sidewalks back. I love to wander the may be one of my favoritest pastimes...but the crowds as of late have made good wandering nearly impossible.

One thing this strike has reinforced is how very civil and well-behaved New Yorkers are. We can walk for miles, cram into cabs, and sit in gridlock and hardly any reports of bad behavior. Now that's what I call a city!

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Just call me sick

I'm sick! I guess my body didn't much appreciate the 4 hours of walking in 20/30 degree weather I did yesterday. It's crazy. There are so many people walking around in the streets. And the news is just strike talk 24-7. If you were watching the news in NYC one would assume that the rest of the world has come to a halt.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005


I'm sure all of you have read about the NYC transit strike by now. It's weird to conceive that there are no subways running underfoot. Weird. I'll keep you posted about my experience. Wish me luck, I'm going to try and get into work on Wall St.

Friday, December 09, 2005


There is just something about Coldplay's "Fix You" that makes me want to cry.

Fix You

When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
I will try to fix you

Tears stream down on your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down on your face
And I..

Tears stream down on your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down on your face
And I..

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Today's thunk

Be yourself, my love.
Be wholly yourself.
That is all I ask of you, my love.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005


I had the girls over this weekend to bake some Christmas cookies...and boy did we bake. 20 dozen cookies to be precise. That's 240 cookies!!!! or about 5 lbs of flour, 3 lbs of butter, and 3 lbs of sugar.

We baked: Iced Cut-out cookies, Chocolate Crackle Cookies, Mexican Wedding Cookies/Russian Tea Cookies (or as we started calling them Polish Ham cookies), and Snickerdoodles.

Pictures of our little holiday bakeoff will be posted shortly.