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I haven’t been updating my posts the last few weeks, but please keep checking as I will be posting new stories. Next will be the Elevator from Hell. Stay tuned!

They are racist!

A week ago: So I am sleeping badly, but asleep. I hear some shouting and wake up startled. I go to my window trying to figure out what’s going on. So I listen in and lo and behold, some idiot is screaming at the top of their lungs “Kill all the black people!”. I’m like, say what? I am on the 20th floor so this guy has to be extremely loud. He shouts it another 4 times and then someone shouts back “Shut the f*** up!” I am thinking, Wow this guy is trying to commit suicide. Who goes around at 3:30 in the morning in the South Bronx screaming “Kill all the black people”? Someone who has a death wish, that’s who. That’s the sad thing, even though most of the Bronx is ethnic, racism is alive and well. Maybe I’ll go into it more later, but for now, peace out!

Why Brooklyn is sometimes better…Part 1

So it was Fourth of July, and L and I were planning to go out for days. Unfortunately, we had a fight the morning of and it was starting to look like it was going to be a bad day. But how could we not enjoy going out. We were only a walk away from Coney Island. So by 4-5 o clock, we put our anger aside and headed to the beach. We weren’t in the best swimwear (LOL), but we hopped in to the salty beach water and played around like little children. Just swimming around and being in the moment. Oh how I miss those days. Unfortunately, in the Bronx, there are few places where you are in walking distance of the beach (If at all?) And Orchard beach sucks. Last time I was there, there were trash cans in the water (because of high tide). All the trash was floating on the top, like dirty diapers and food containers. It was disgusting. But that isn’t what matters right? It’s the good memories that we must hold onto right? Not the bad. So remember the last time you and someone special played together and enjoyed yourself. They may not be in your life anymore, but put that positive spin in your life this morning.

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Harlem can be worse…

Sunday  16th

So after a very annoying day trying to shop, we get off at 125st to eat. I was trying to get Taco Bell, but I honestly couldn’t find one. So we go to McDonald’s. The lines are so freakin long and the employees look like they are asleep. The woman in front of me is singing and dancing, announcing “Happy Sunday!” Anyway, I finally sit down with my boy to eat. Suddenly, a hooded guy  with his face hidden and lowered tried to sell us a gold chain (which seems to be fake). He asks over andover again and we keep telling him “No” but he won’t let up. So my boyfriend starts raising his voice to him. The guy backs down saying “Ok, ok tough guy don’t beat me up.” and goes to some other customers, before coming back and repeating it a few more times.  My boyfriend was pissed. The damn guy was practically spitting on our food he was so close. Anyway…we leave and I go to the bank to deposit my paycheck. I am filling out the deposit slip when some older chick comes up behind me and starts asking for money. It makes me very uncomfortable and on edge, but I just ignore her. My boyfriend,who is standing near the atm shouts “I can’t believe this shit!”, and she unwisely goes to him and starts to beg. He says “I don’t have change, money, food, booze, aids, anything to give you.” She keeps asking and he keeps rattling off strange and unusual things he doesn’t have. She eventually leaves. Later, my boyfriend chides me about being more alert. “She could have taken a knife out on you and cut your neck.” He tells me that I don’t need to be offensive, but I do need to be defensive and aware of my surroundings. I guess he is right…but I’ve been doing the path of least resistance for years. Guess New York is becoming a little more dangerous these days.

WTF of the Week: Strange Call

So I get a voice mail from my mother. It says more or less “Sweetie, someone called your grandmother and told her you were getting married and their pissed. Why am I the last to know?” Ooooooooooooooooook. I am a quiet person and don’t tell anyone about the things that are going on in my life. I also don’t give my grandmother’s number to anyone (I don’t even know it). Yet some stranger calls my grandparents and LIES to them about me getting married. and on top of that, say they are pissed and start a fight with my grandfather. WTF! What the hell is going on here? Some random person makes up a crazy story about me and than screams at my grandparents! Who can it be? Man, why is my life so weird?

I hope you enjoy my WTF of the Week.

Pissing me Off: My Abuela is an A-Hole

So I live in a tiny room- that’s life right? Well all my belongings are in my grandmother’s house. It’s been there for more than a year now. There is no need for the space (no one lives in the room) and in the other room is filled to the brim with old automobile parts, empty beer glasses, dirty sheets and stained furniture pieces, random sharp parts…but I get a voice mail message. And guess what? My abuelita tells me either I remove my stuff or she is throwing it out. Without warning. And it’s everything I own. Jesus. I call my mother and ask her what’s going on. She says my grandmother is drunk and she won’t talk to her. Well, long story short it’s pissing me the hell off. In the same breath, I hear about my storage bill arriving at my grandmother’s house (I can’t get mail at my room). So she knows I am paying to hold my boyfriend’s things somewhere (BECAUSE I HAVE NO SPACE) and now she wants me to find a place for all of my things. I am thoroughly screwed. I have helped her so many times and this is the thanks I get. And doesn’t she know it’s a federal offense to open and read other people’s mail. Yet she’s been doing it for years! Don’t get me started on when she took my collectibles and brought them to Puerto Rico. Why take my shit! I really do hate her.

Can’t make a pizza in the Bronx

Thurday 13th

So…we once again had to decide what we were eating today. After a hard day of work, I am not cooking, sorry. So what are our choices? Kennedy Fried Chicken,Chinese food, another Kennedy Fried Chicken, another Chinese food, and a Pizza/ Spanish food place that is always inexplicably closed by 6PM so the employees can play poker.

Me and my boy, Alex decided to get pizza. However, Alex makes the best pizza so I decided to forgo a $12 pie in favor of a homemade dish. It sleeting and raining and it’s cold as hell. We go to Bravo and start buying ingredients- red pepper, green pepper, etc etc. So we look for pizza crust and a stick of pepperoni. Looking,looking…no dice. We ask one of the employees. He actually speaks English, I am genuinely surprised! He’s very nice and tries to find it for us. He tells us he used to stock if for them and they carry it in his neighborhood. Well, we aren’t in your neighborhood are we? We are near Hunt’s Point and they only carry Spanish food. I mean come on, I am half Puerto Rican and all, but the Pathmark in Bensonhurst carries every Goya, Vitarroz, ethnic thing they can but Bravo doesn’t have Boboli? What the hell. So we hope for the best and buy the ingredients we have in our hand and go to the next store.

On the way we have to duck a truck on the sidewalk with a plow removing snow. Good ole Department of Housing- endangering pedestrians and creating a sheet a black ice (who needs salt?) Sigh…

So we finally get to the Met Supermarket. Oh boy,oh boy. The Met. And I wonder why I stopped going there. The cashiers are rude, the employees ignore you, the prices are outrageous, and it’s dirty half the time. But we need crust right? So we go in and they are restocking at 3pm in the day. There is hardly any walking space and people are knocking into each other. Sure enough they have no pizza crust, but plenty of freaking Tortilla shells! We had no choice but to buy yeast and flour and make the damn dough (thank God he’s half Italian right?). We go to get a pan and they are all bent out of shape. While trying to get it I get covered with dirty ice. Guess what? The stock got wet! So the employees are throwing things over the head of customers and splashing them with grey sludge. Me and my boyfriend were about to explode. We had to get out of there.

Honestly though, my baby made a great pizza. Red and green peppers, mushrooms, pepperoni (the Oscar Meyer kind unfortunately) , sweet Italian sausage, cheddar cheese, and mozzarella cheese. Want some?