my boyfriend took this too literally.

the cat

ever since i got "the greatest" i've been waiting till i could yell out the lyrics to "could we" and actually mean it.

i finally can.

oh em gee

what the fuck.

holiday funtime

i guess coming back to your parent's house after almost 8 years away was not supposed to be easy.
i guess you're no longer a kid, actually, you're an adult, but the last time they saw you you were 17 and still liked latino pop ballads.
i guess we can all regress and relive angsty teenage years and yell about how much we hate our parents and how much they just don't understand.

i guess you sneak around in cars and hide who you're with. you pretend you're not drunk and no, that's not marijuana, it's herbal tea.
no, i'm not having sex and no you cannot come into my room. i was not on the phone all night and stop asking me questions!!

i guess this all happens.
so when you put it that way, i guess it's kinda funny.

on my mac

i'm a mac girl. an imac girl, to be specific.
and i had not realized how much quality my life had lost since i was apart from it these months that it was in NY and i in Puerto Rico.

but i spent last week in Chelsea. and i packed, and i sent and i reunited with my iMac.

and it feels sooooooo good.

so now, the birds are chirping outside my window, my puppy is at my feet, my bags upon bags are unpacked, my "see you later's" have been said, and we're smooth sailing, Guaynabo City style.

oh, it feels so good, iMac. don't stop.

i think this calls for a celebration

he loves my hair, and constantly tells me so.
he gets it, he gets why it's a big deal for me to have it perfectly unstyled all the time.

the hair has become a turning point.
i didn't really get how much he got it, me, until he spoke to me in a seemingly casual way, yet saying something that touched me so deeply.

your hair is an analogy, don't you see?, he said laughing. -everything's always a joke and i have never met someone who makes me laugh as hard.-
your hair; sometimes it's up, often it's down, it twists and turns and you never really know where it's going to land. but the journey is always fun, and interesting, and different. if you smother or mistreat it, it puffs up in protective protest. if you smooth it out, it eventually calms down while mantaining some of that curly passion, as if to say, you can't change me!
don't you get it? your hair is just like you.

the entire time laughing, a joke, but really, an expression of true understanding.
no filter, no disguise.
just plain old you, and me.

tropicana morning, my ass

i'm going to NYtoday, to move out. i'm tired, i'm annoyed, i'm upset and i'm incredibly confused.

but i'm going, and rickshaw will ease me back into city life.

it always comes back to dumplings.

woopidipoo

i've spent the entire day in an emergency room, and I can't wait to get the eff home.

el hombre and I are supposed to go to some "white xmas party" tonight, which in my eyes means an excuse to wear white linen pants and a beater. anything better than this hhospital-stained BS i've been wearing for 12 HOURS.

god I hate cancer. but at least it's warm out, right?

in other news, tmw is the xmas party of the law firm where el hombre works, and, frankly, I can't wait to roast some corporate asshole butt.

w00t!