And sometimes you just know...

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Has anyone ever revealed to you that some friends can be toxic?? Yes. The toxic friend. You know that friend that really doesn't give a crap about you, but they are a lot of fun?! The ebb and flow of the relationship is just as destructive as an over flowing toilet. No one likes to clean up the mess and pending the situation you might be knee deep in poo. Those toxic people are all around, my roommate is still friends with that psycho-kleptomaniac that used to live with us and I have witness a toxic or two incognito as man stealers. Back in high school during my I'm trying to be cool years, I had one of these toxics in my life. At the time I was the only one that could drive and she convinced me it would be cool to go joy riding in the middle of school. Well since this was my first time in the cool crowd and I didn't want to disappoint - I cut class and there we went piled into my VW bug and headed to the McDonald's on the other side of the tracks. Thinking and praying that I didn't run into my dad (and practically having my stomach drop every time we passed a black Lexus) all seemed to be going well... And then a little red light came on in my car - engine, dying. Immediately, I started to cry pulled over and saw bright red liquid pouring out the bottom of the car. I called my mechanic who told me that was a really bad sign and I should stop driving immediately or the engine would blow. Why me, right? Of course, we were no where near school, how was I going to explain to my dad what happened? So I lied. And if anyone knows me, I'm a terrible liar. I blackout, forget my story and get in even more trouble. Anyhoo, my so called "friend" this whole time is giving me horrible advice telling me to ditch the car and hope someone steals it. ABSOLUTELY NOT. Needless to say joy ride over, we stopped being friends and I was grounded for a week.
Again, one of these lessons learned -why didn't any one tell me that they aren't your friends if they tell you to skip school and go joy riding in the hood?

After Prom 2005 with Shan

Out of the phase, no longer susceptible to peer pressure and balanced by my ever So True friends, I embraced my nerdy self... ahhh much better (minus the acrylic nails).

Long time no blog

So my dear reader, there is much to report. I'll give you a snap shot and then into my thoughts. I ran a marathon - my second marathon, which was the second poorest life choice next to the first marathon. It was the hottest day of the year to that date, no shade, and half as many watering stations on the second loop. The best part was seeing my handsome bf at mile 9, 13, and 26.2!!! I also had a circle of friends that stayed and supported me through the entire experience (including my Dr. roomie).

Next - I had a death in my family. My cat (Kitty) of 13.5 years passed away May 28, 2010. It is strange the way we get attached to animals. Whenever I was sad, he would curl up next to me and his purring body on my chest would lower my heart rate, every time. I cannot tell you enough of the unconditional love he has given me. Will I get another cat? No chance. I cannot replace such an impeccable love in my life for a while.

Thirdly, Ding. Dong. The crazy is GONE! Yes, ladies and gentlemen that terrible girl has finally left my life (the one who stole my razor blades). She is just about the most horrible person I have ever met. I cannot even refer to her as a roommate because that would imply she was considerate when rooming with others. I never wish badly on people and I will not start now - I can only hope that she stays out of my life forever and that I never meet any one like that again.

And finally. JAMAICA. I spent a wonderful 4 days with my boyfriend and his family. I loved seeing the home that harbors this beautiful family. It might have been all the wine and warm Caribbean waters, but I really felt happy. I was reminded time and again that I was seeing the 'real' Jamaica. The economic gap was unreal and the poverty jolted me into the reality of life outside my little bubble. Per usual on day 4 I left behind this island for my normal bubble - filled with all things me: running, cookies, my lovelies, creativity, and pink. But you know what? My bubble is different. And I will not say that seeing poverty changed my life - I do live in NYC where I see poverty a lot, but I do appreciate my bubble a little more.

So here's the thing... Life is short - especially if you are a cat. However, it's not too short to run a marathon or spend your second anniversary in Jamaica.

It'll never be too late to call your dad and cry about your dying childhood pet. And he will never hang up until you are ready. Every step in a 26.2 mile race is closer than the last - now that might seem obvious, but you have NO IDEA how empowering that can be.

It never gets old to sneak kisses on a family vacation; and it feels like falling in love all over again when you realize "he is my happy". You can forgive but never forget and you have to understand your parents did not raise everyone. People are crazy and some want to just plain hurt you. You don't need them, they don't pay your bills. OH and never name your child after a state.

PS. I vow to blog more often - if you promise to read more. Write to you soon my dear reader.

Four Roommates and a cat

It is very odd how fast life passes by you. I remember complaining to my Dad about his infamous "you cannot wear shorts if it's below 68 degrees at 7:00AM." (Mind you, I grew up in Ohio, which means it was NEVER above 68 degrees in the morning. I was typically the ONLY person at school wearing a coat, hat and jeans in June). And now I complain about my toilet overflowing for the nineteenth time in two weeks. Meaning I've been through 2 mops, one pair of shoes, endless taunts from an annoyed boyfriend, and a curious old cat that thinks my bathroom has turned into a giant water bowl. At least in the past I had 2 sisters to complain to about Dad's rule, now I can't even get my super to answer his phone -- let alone his door.

We also had a plan to circumvent my Dad's rule, that's right; we packed shorts in our back packs and changed at school.

My toilet still overflows...

But hey, I'm living my dream in NYC with my cat (the four roommates, were never in my actual dream, but they each add a little something to my life). It wasn't easy getting here, I left lots of things from my old apartment to a dear true friend, who I will always refer to as 'my roommate'. Note to reader: we actually do not live together she is busy learning to save lives at med school in Virginia. Anyway, I sought to pack everything I could fit in my two door Beetle, with my cat in the front seat.

But that was just part of my journey here. I'm not going to spend my blog telling you about my past; I don't need to fill you in on the past, there are other things MORE EXCITING things that are happening now.

*That has to be true, isn't that why people have blogs? Otherwise, you just have an entire blogosphere filled with stream of consciousness writing.

I'm hoping to evoke something a little different. I can't guarantee I'll always entertain (or be witty) but I'll tell a story and get to a point; maybe if you are feeling really inspired, a moral. Happy following dear readers! I look forward giving you more entries!