1. My boyfriend and I have been fantasizing about the Mexican beach resort vacation we may or may not take this summer. Planning a vacation is so nebulous. Especially when you don’t know if you’re going to have money, or be completely, utterly broke when it’s time to buy your tickets. We’re thinking Puerto Vallarta. Maybe Los Cabos, though, if we win the lottery before May.

2. It’s Friday and my kids just took off to their dad’s for the weekend. I’m torn, already, between plans to shop, plans to have a few beers with my cousin, and plans to lie on my bed and do NOT A DAMN THING (except maybe a little World of Warcraft). On Friday afternoons when my kids are away, I never know what I’m going to do after work until I’m in my car, on the way to it.

3. My ex-spouse and I had about 7 or 8 phone conversations today, most of which contained shouted argument. I was angry this morning, but now I’m over it. I think he goes through these phases, two or three times a year, where he misses me. Misses arguing with me, I mean. I kind of feel sorry for him when it’s all said and done. Can I disguise something completely prejudiced here in this paragraph? Don’t hate me for saying this, but I think so many Latino men like to get yelled at by women. They accomplish the quenching of this thirst by trying to tell women what to do. And that is why I’ll probably never date Latino men again. Unless I change my mind and do so, after all. But that point is moot, isn’t it, because I love my boyfriend and, romance-wise, I’ve opted to live only in the present. I’m sorry if you have Latino husbands or boyfriends who are not like I said. I have a Latino dad and Latino sons who aren’t that way, either. If I weren’t too lazy to go back and edit this, I’d change it to say “Latino men who are attracted to me have a tendency to…” blah, blah, blah.

4. I only worry about the parts of the future that I can control. That means, now that I’ve finished a few books and sold most of them, it’s time to make a list. What will I do next? I don’t know. You can drive yourself crazy trying to figure out which path to take. I know this because I’m 90% crazy right now.

5. I kind of want to go somewhere romantic late tonight when my boyfriend gets off work. (He’s a sushi chef. They make him work late.) But it’s very hard to plan romantic ambience, especially late at night. My most romantic Friday-night-with-Tad memories are things that happened by accident. Like the time we drove around, waiting for Mike and Cy to call us back, and we ended up at Barnes and Noble, drinking tea and laughing in the aisles, then marvelling at the impromptu hotrod show in the midnight parking lot. Or the time we went to the 24-hour Wal-Mart… Oh, wait. Just kidding. Wal-Mart is horrid.

6. I’m finally reading The Time-Traveler’s Wife, like everyone else in America already has, and I have to say that (very mild spoiler) I wasn’t that excited until they brought in the kid. Not the safe, rich 6-yr-old kid… the unsafe, scared 5-yr-old one. I swear to God, if you want to emotionally manipulate me, all you have to do is bring in some scared kids. I cried my ass off before the Narnia movie even got underway, what with the kids and the bombings. Shoot, I cry at the Hallmark commercial where the kid thanks his teacher for teaching his dumb ass to read. Dude… I cry for Watership Down when the bunnies are getting on the raft. Oh, wait. Kids aren’t bunnies. Well, same thing, though. Same basic thing.

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Posted in books, culture, domestic, my sex life on 01/20/2006 09:42 pm

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