hi neighbor!

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"How about that? The bluebird of happiness in my own backyard."

actually had a Saturday night out with Chris devouring southwestern eggrolls, chips & salsa, and a presidente margarita (the only president i'll elect) afterwards hitting up the bookstore and purchasing two illustrated books, one being

(240 pg worth of woody allen cartoonzies for 10 bux, originally 40 bux)

here's a few favorites thus far:

and purchased some more inspirational help:

and came home to this lil' man (after being in a place that actually sells Narragansett.. and buying a pack)

Elizabeth Lively

On a dewy humid eve down in a more extravagant, yet calm small freckle of Florida, I was invited to a very elaborate dinner to sit at a table with my father, a co-worker of his, and that co-workers eldest son... with the only exception of me not being ready for the event because somebody was busy cavorting around the beautiful outdoors. Completely disheveled, I was found and escorted into the ritzy dining hall, where around little circular tables sat some big named figures and their entourages. my 'escort' was attempting to hide me as much as possible; while he thought my appearance was dreadful, even with my hair splattered all over my face, I could see some handsome faces turning through the sides of my eyes, but eyes straight forward in disdain of being treated so lowly.

Once seated, my father told me I should go freshen up. "Thank you!" I beamed, and got to leave just as fast as I had sat. "I'll lead you out," smiled the co-workers son, whom apparently had already taken a quick liking to the rumply mess to the right of him. "Okay..." I chortled as he took my hand, 'as if we were going to dance,' and left the main hall to find the closest bathroom in the gigantic ancient colonial style hotel. 

While this gentleman proved to be quite silent, he led me to his room, and graciously gave me a copy of the key to keep on hand. “I'm going to go back to the table. Good luck,” he said with a warm smile. Eye locked, I said in return, “Thank you,” with a very slight head-bow.

What happened after this is a literal hodgepodge of nonsense which involves an odd, twisted girl opening up a moving box on a wall of the bathroom: staring in at me while showering – I had noticed and was trying to figure out what was her dealio for staring at me as if I were a fish in a bowl, and later a different girl who had taken some clothes of mine to the curb, and I was crouched in the grass in my bra and underwear waiting for her to give my clothes back, she put on my favorite outfit, said “tough shit,” and walked away. 

Somehow, I stumbled onto a box of a bit silly, but passable clothes to adorn, and still made it back to the table in one piece. 

And that was last night's dream, the bullshitted version, and my character (which I got to spectate this time) was a cross between myself and Blake Lively. crossbred. whoah.

thunderstorms and riotous laughter

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motivated memos

one of my dreams that will hopefully come true with/in a year: 

living rent-free for a few months and not worrying to where I can actually concentrate on a short story/and or childrens illustrated novel: feeling invigorated with random ideas, but they never quite seem ready so, as with wine and fermentation, hopefully they're getting richer with time. ive been taking baby steps to getting back on the horse, but get on the horse, I must.

top things that have been making me feel great:

- clif bars. favorites: coconut chocolate chip, regular choco chip, carrot cake, and oatmeal Raisin
- homemade smoothies with fresh mixed fruits
- homemade chocolate, banana (and sometimes peanut butter) protein shakes
- sauteed chopped brussel sprouts and baby bellas in organic butter with a dash of Lawrys seasoned salt
- baby spinach with olive oil and red wine vinegar lightly drizzled on top

and to keep myself from drinking soda, I've been trying random water mixy drinks... best one thus far has been ocean sprays 'white cran peach.' 

constantly having new food epiphanies. stay tuned for more!

everyone needs somebody.

Wrote this last night: "if a person is in need of someone and they have no one, you can't ignore them; would like to express this strongly as possible." Have been trying my best to help out a co-worker down here... she's 19, out of high school but no college yet, her parents just got divorced, and feels like she has no direction and that life is just a long road to death. Unbeknownst to me around the same time I had written that statement, a friend took his life when he probably needed someone... EVERYONE NEEDS SOMEBODY.
Jameson Lavo, though sometimes a rather tumultuous friend, was always there to give you a good chuckle with his colorful antics - and tell you stories in his signature bold, booming voice. One night when I was my lowest (and admittedly feeling as if it was the end for me,) him and another friend came to cheer me up, and I really wish I could have been there to do the same for him, even if it was just a phone call.
None of us should ever struggle alone.
While these will be confusing and tragic times for everyone who knew Jamie, I really hope something resonates within everyone: People are not dispensable. Please take good care of everyone you know. While it may be unbeknownst to you, they need you, just as you need them. 

fell asleep again in front of MTV, countin down at the bottom

My big accomplishments planned for my day off today: purchasing a blender for smoothie & protein shakin', a new, more spacious poopbox for monsieur poopoohead, ze laundry, not buying a new dress like previously anticipated because who the hell feels like even attempting trying on dresses on the first day of your (COUGH) more progress on short story with illustrations (more illustration practicing!) maybe drinking some whiskey to keep myself from whining about the first day of my (AHEM) and maybe, just maybe, some fun unplanned events will occur as well, like making plans to go see Robyn in June with Chris.



PS: WHAT A CREEPY DREAM LAST NIGHT.

Mr. Rudy Eugene

 

Aaaaaalright, everybody can calm down. oh I know, how exciting, we've seen our first overly publicized cannibal telephone'd all over the social bloggosphere, but let's be honest with ourselves, we knew it would happen somewhere as loco as Miami... heat, bad acid trip, and 'excited delirium' sounds like the perfect recipe for some face nomming. Certainly doesn't sound as terrifying as THESE. (my bowels hurt.) 

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 Edit: 5/31, 10:15pm: 

 On the Saturday morning before he would make headlines for chewing off a man’s face –– before he would come to be known tragically as the “Miami Zombie”–– Rudy Eugene held his Bible and kissed his girlfriend goodbye.
Eugene’s on-again, off-again girlfriend said he woke her up at 5:30 a.m. to say he was going to meet with a “homeboy.” She said she found it strange he was rummaging the closet so early in morning. He didn’t name the friend or say where he was going.
He planted a kiss on her lips and said, “I love you.”
Shortly after, he left the central Broward apartment he shared with her.
“I told him be safe and I love you too. When he walked out the door I closed it, locked it and went back to sleep,” said the girlfriend, who spoke to The Miami Herald on Wednesday but asked that her name not be disclosed. She said that she thought it unusual that he was leaving the house so early, but didn’t press him on it.
An hour after he left, Eugene called her cell phone. “He called me and told me his car broke down. He said, “I’ll be home, but I’m going to be a little late. Then he said, I’m going to call you right back.” That was the last time Eugene’s girlfriend heard from him.
Around noon Saturday, she said she felt uneasy. She got into her car to search for Eugene, thinking he might still be stranded somewhere. She drove through North Miami and Miami Gardens, familiar neighborhoods Eugene frequented to visit with friends and family.
“I was worried. I couldn’t do anything. I just kept calling the phone,” she said. “I left messages saying, ‘Rudy, call me, I’m really worried.’”
She said Eugene never told her where he was going that morning, and she was surprised to hear reports that he’d been in South Beach in the hours before he attacked a homeless man, Ronald Poppo.
As a matter of fact, she said, the previous day he told her he didn’t want to go to South Beach because of the heavy police presence for Urban Beach Week. Eugene, who had been arrested in the past for possession of marijuana, told her he didn’t want to get arrested.
By Saturday evening she still had not heard from the man she calls “my baby, my heart.” She turned on the TV to watch the late night news and heard an unreal story: A nude man near the Miami Herald building pounced on a homeless man, chewing off his face. The man with pieces of flesh hanging from his teeth was shot dead by police.
“I thought to myself, ‘Oh my God, that’s crazy,’ she said. “I didn’t know that it was Rudy.”
All day Sunday she placed phone calls to friends asking if they’d seen Eugene and again she searched North Dade streets for her boyfriend.
At 11 a.m. Monday she got the call from a member of Eugene’s family.
The caller shouted terrible news into the phone: “Rudy’s dead, Rudy’s dead.”
“I immediately started to scream,’’ she said. “I don’t know when I hung up the phone, I was hysterical.”
But it was not until the afternoon, when she left her home to grieve with the rest of Eugene’s family in North Miami Beach, that she heard even worse news: The man everyone was calling the Miami Zombie was her boyfriend.
Her reaction: Utter disbelief. “That’s not Rudy, that’s not Rudy,” she remembered saying aloud in shock.
 “I’ll never be the same,” she said.
The man being depicted by the media as a “face eater” or a “monster” is not the man she knew, she said. He smoked marijuana often, though had recently said he wanted to quit, but he didn’t use stronger recreational drugs and even refused to take over-the-counter medication for simple ailments like headaches, she said. He was sweet and well-mannered, she said.
Eugene’s girlfriend has her own theory on what happened that day. She believes Eugene was drugged unknowingly. The only other explanation, she said, was supernatural — that someone put a Vodou curse on him. The girlfriend, who unlike Eugene is not Haitian, said she has never believed in Vodou, until now.
“I don’t know how else to explain this,” she said.
She and Eugene met in 2007. While in traffic on a Miami street, Eugene pulled up next to her car and motioned for her to roll down her window.
She did. “I thought he was cute. I shouted out my number to him and he called me right then. We clicked immediately.”
Their five year- relationship hit rocky points over the years, and they would separate for months at a time, then reunite again. She said their problems were mostly “communication issues.”
She said Eugene worked at a car wash and wanted to own his own business some day.
During their time together, she said, Eugene would sit on the bed or on the couch in the evenings with her to read from his Bible. He carried it with him just about everywhere he went, she said, and often cited verses to friends and family.
“If someone was lost or didn’t know God, he would tell them about him,’’ she said. “He was a believer of God.”
She cries often, she said. Eugene’s clothes and shoes are still in her closet.
“Something happened out of the ordinary that day. I don’t want him to be labeled the Miami Zombie,” she said. “He was a person. I don’t want him to go down like that.”
He was never violent around her, she said.
But according to police records, Eugene became violent at least once in his past and was arrested on battery charges. In 2004, he threatened his mother and smashed furniture during a domestic dispute, according to records from the North Miami Beach Police Department.
The police report says Eugene “took a fighting stand, balled his hands into a fist” and threatened one of the officers who responded.
Police had to use a Taser to subdue him.“Thank God you’re here, he would have killed me,” Eugene’s mother, Ruth Charles, told officers, the police report says. She told the officers that before they arrived, her son had told her, “I’ll put a gun to your head and kill you.”
On Wednesday, Charles said that despite the incident, she and her son had a warm relationship.
“I’m his first love...he’s a nice kid...he was not a delinquent,” she told Miami Herald news partner CBS-4 at her Miami Gardens home.
Charles told the station she was speaking up for the first time to defend her dead son.
“Everybody says that he was a zombie, but I know he’s not a zombie; he’s my son,” she said.
She said the man who ate another human being’s face was just not the son she knew.
“I don’t know what they injected in him to turn him into the person who did what he did,” she said, making the motion of someone putting a syringe into the crook of her arm.
A friend of Eugene’s since they were teenagers told The Herald on Wednesday that Eugene had been troubled in recent years.
Joe Aurelus said Eugene told him he wanted to stop smoking pot, and that friends were texting Eugene Bible verses.
“I was just with him two weeks ago,”’ he said. They were at a friend’s house watching a movie and Eugene had a Bible in his hand.
“He was going through a lot with his family,” Aurelus said, and jumping from job to job.
“Rudy was battling the devil.”
Miami Herald staff writers Elinor J. Brecher and Scott Hiaasen contributed to this report.
(SOURCE:  http://www.miamiherald.com/2012/05/30/2824778_p2/girlfriend-face-eating-man-was.html)

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this is a bad attitude free zone.

 

check yours at the door.

looked at life from both sides now

no, you're not alone... you're in our talons now and we're never letting go

mow-mow

apparently when we were parted by mileage, Maverick laid where I slept. he is notoriously known to geek the hell out. 

my eight years of soccer paid off --- we play stealthy moves against each other.