Get the **** out, now.
The best advice I can give you for a pickmeup (a non-caloric tiramisu) is to bring up Gilles Peterson’s show and skip ahead (using the 15 minutes + the 5 minutes fast forward) to 19:20:42. There’s a fantastic Stevie Wonder track (‘Black Man’) followed by something called ‘Shakea Body’ by Trus’Me and then a couple more tracks that express all of the optimism, groove, and open-heartedness I’ve been sorely missing for the past couple of days. Shit.
Yes, I made it back from
The cats, however, are mine, until you get your shit together. Jihad and Other Kitty will stay with me until you’re sorted. They like their stepmom just fine.
*Please note: he has a just-renovated apartment waiting for him that is twice the size of my apartment, so he's not being kicked out onto the street. He and I are actually good friends. I just find it trying that I have to explain boundaries to grown men such as "no, you can not sleep over because we broke up ages ago." The funniest part of the whole scenario was when I found a bag full of another woman's padded bras, matching underwear and stiletto heels being stored in my apartment. I know, I know, I know he wasn't having sex with other women in my apartment while I was away... and, even if he did, good for him... that's not it. The unavoidable question of "whose are these" was greeted with a "um, oh those, they're my mom's." "I don't think your mom has 5-inch heels, dear." "Why are you looking at those anyway? I'm just storing them for a friend." "Why, of all the things that you could leave in my apartment, would you choose to leave another woman's underwear?"
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At first I thought "another woman's padded bras, matching underwear and stiletto heels being stored in my apartment" were probably his. But thinking about this sentence, I see that you also enjoy wearing "padded bras, matching underwear and stiletto heels." So maybe this situation could even be worse for you: Returning to NY to find him wearing your "padded bras, matching underwear and stiletto heels" and, of course, all stained and musky. Welcome back, pet the Jihad, and good luck for your transition.
Glad to see Giles Peterson is still around and kicking.
anon #1, huh? ok, yeah, it is a bit amusing, as long as it isn't my underwear. and, damn, this person had bad taste in underwear. it was so ugly that i actually felt bad for my ex. bright blue lace. not nice lace, cheap lace. did i mention that the stilettos matched the matching underwear in bright blue too? even if i was slightly offended because it conjured up a mental image of him enjoying (or trying to enjoy) another woman's body, i was more relieved that it didn't provoke any painful feelings.
anon #2, i hope mr. peterson will be around for a long time to come. his show and the news quiz on radio 4 get me through the week.
Nice photo.
You know this is all very Sex in the City except I want the brand names.
Don't mean to make light at your expense though. Hope all is well.
You know, I always hated Sex in the City because I found it too vulgar and then started noticing life imitating TV. The expectation that normal New York women behave similar to those characters was anything but true when the series first started. And then, slowly, because we (my female friends and colleagues) share the same geographic location and maybe even look similar to some of the characters, are approximately the same age, people began making assumptions about our lives and expectations between the sexes changed. (Yeah, I know it's best not to make generalization based on personal experiences, but this one is inevitable.)
The writing got noticeably better in later seasons. Maybe I just didn't like it because, a few times, the show did hit too close to home. Then again, it could also be comforting to see the characters dealing with even stupider situations and it became broader than just a New York phenomenon.
Also, my first client was the costume designer for SitC, so I was literally overwhelmed by this show on all fronts.
I can't really afford the designer clothes, but I am a bit of an underwear snob because you can get so much good stuff at Century 21 here. Roberto Cavalli, Pucci, Intimissimi, etc. Ok, that was way more than enough personal information for one post.
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