but its funny tho

so when i find somethin funny, i can't stop laughing. and it's usually somethin the avg person doesn't really care for or jus kinda random. my sister's facial expressions are priceless. sometimes she does it on purpose. when we were kids and my mom would scold me for some crap i did, my sister would purposely make faces so i would laugh..which, of course, angered my mom even moreso. my sis was wrong...but kinda dope for that. thats why i love her so. but yeah, my laugh is kinda freaky...cuz it keeps goin and goin. so who cares, right? right.

so we have this shared private restroom at my workplace that only ppl on our floor can use (key entrance). and there are only 2 other news offices on our floor. actually 3, but the environmental newspaper thats across from us are never there (always stacks of mail outside their door). yeah, so ive pretty much met all of our neighbors. well, the japanese paper next to us never speak to us, so technically i never met them, but i feel like i know them. its kinda weird that we never speak. i smiled and waved at them once when i saw them at the food court and they immediatey looked down. totally played me. but whatver , i steal their wall street journal sometimes... just cause. maybe hoping they'd stop by and say somethin to us...even if security is involved

ok, where was i? oh yes. the workplace restroom...

so every now and then when i come in to the restroom, some mysterious person uses the 3rd stall closest to the entrance (only 3 stalls). she's mysterious b/c no one ever not uses the handicap stall if its vacant! i mean that shyt is , like, vip. so much space! and i think the custodian workers are a little more meticulous w/ the cleaning b/c they have more space. so , yes, ill even say its more sanitary. sometimes i bring my ipod and copy of vanity fair and just chill for 5 mins. so , yeah, i find it strange she just chooses to use that much smaller stall. sometimes i just dont even feel like using the restroom if the handicap stall isn't free. anyways this chick also has really bad gas problems. and no, im not knocking gas. i actually respect it. ppl have become bosom buddies after owning their flatulence. i dig that. there's nothin worse than someone tryin to cover it up. i find that really weird. like you can't be my friend and do that crap cuz i'll call you out and you'll prob deny it and forever be labeled a "lame" in my book. thats why i always say my friends are dope. cuz they really are. anyhoo, so she has a really bad gas problem and , i swear, it always makes me laugh. ive seriously tried holding it in, and playing it off w/ a cough, but i can't. i even ran out the restroom a couple of times, holding my breath, b/c i couldn't hold it in anymore. i may be an asshole at times, but i don't like makin ppl feel uncomfortable, especially if they have gas problems. so i make a conscious effort to make her feel at ease.
too bad its funny. maybe its cuz the room is so quiet and then all of a sudden ~~~~~~~and ~~~~~....~~~~~~~ (thats my emoticon for gas, btw).

so ive always wanted to see who this person is. even had stall-off ...like, who could stay longer. i envisioned her leaving her stall before me and me busting out w/ "a-ha!". but no...she calls my bluff everytime!

i wouldn't be surprised if the japanese news crew sent her just to get to me.

the return of the towel

since moving into a new place w/ roomates (2 guys, and 1 chick),there's been a couple of things that kinda threw me off. for one,the weird 40-somethin woman that lives in the basement...let's call her "weird basement lady" why is she weird? well, she's always startled. i come into the kitchen and say "hi" and she kinda jumps (and yes, im aware im not the best looking person in the morning but this is usually in the evening). so then, i started the pre-warning hello's- like, as soon as i walked in the house, i would shout "hey!" and then proceed to the kitchen (we usually meet in the kitchen") w/ a 2nd "hello"...but she would still jump. so now when we do see each other, in the kitchen, i avoid eye contact ,smile, and say "smells good!" (she does throw down).

and now the towel. there has been this really old lookin towel w/ a funny kinda stench. even my mom had strong objections towards it "titi [ my nick] what are you going to do w/ that towel? you can't live w/ that towel. its not healthy!". and yes, my mom is known for bein a tad bit dramatic but she was right. i couldn't live w / that towel! so titi decided to put the towel in a plastic bad and throw it away. but before i did that, i wanted to clear with roomate who lives across the hall if it belonged to him (let's call him "across the hall roomie".) his response "God, no! Its been smelling before you got here". So with the process of towelimination (cute, i know) we discovered it belonged to the guy downstairs (let's call him "funky towel roomie"). so i told him my plan to get rid of the towel . he was cool with it and assisted w/ an alibi. "across the hall roomie" was going to pretend he knew nothing of it and I was going to pretend I didn't know it belonged to him. so for the past 3 days, no word of towel and our bathroom smelled divine (w/ the help of glade's "fresh linen" candle ). but then , today. as I prepared for my evening shower.... [ cues shriek and "weird basement lady's" startled jump]

THE TOWEL RETURNED.

I immediately knocked on "across the hall roomie's" door , gasping "the towel...back...back....towel..." he frowned and checked it out for himself . damn. we looked at each other. " what trash bin did you use...the one in the kitchen or the one outside?" , he asks. "the one in the kitchen-- I didnt even know about the one outside", i respond.
we sigh.

well, atleast he cleaned it.

2007 was kinda dope.

really liked 2007! but then again, i dont recall a year i didn't like...but yeah, i really really really liked 2007. here are some highlights (and a couple low)

-- new years 2007...i went to a nigerian church w/ my boy. i was deeply disturbed by the minister's insistence w/ donating and i quote "atleast $50 ..." but i was even more disturbed by no one else being disturbed by this. i couldn't hide my frown.

- visiting Dubai...1st day left my passport in cab ( yes, i'm an idiot)...but after a few calls to cab company, it was found 2 hrs later. i tipped like i aint never tipped before (and im a damn good tipper). overall...great experience, but a bit too ostentatious for my liking...and im kinda ostentatious.


-my bomb ass bday! like if you werent there....shooo...thats all i gosta say

my beautiful niece Oliva just getting smarter by the second. she's beautiful, a genius, and she will be that popular girl your kids(including mine) will hate and want to be. accept it.i did

the birth of my nephew Abraham...he hasnt developed a personality yet, so i dont have much stories...but he does love my sister's milk ( too much?)

my job. an adventure.period

my hair.

death of brother alexis "mad monk" gonzales...tho he died in 2006, it really hit me this year. he was my mad professor and friend. mad he was... he would throw things at me in class during lecture, say things like " erie, you're such a slut", complained that my non english speaking grandmother would hang up on him ( "erie, why do you guys let her pick up the phone?")... but always left sugar-free cookies for her (she's diabetic), travelled the world, juror at the cannes festival....i could dedicate a whole page to him.

that election i lost. no longer bitter...well..maybe just a little, but nothing a manicure, cute top, or a bowl of mac n cheese can't cure

me discovering ryan gosling. like, hot damn! i love you. i do.

the hills. my best friends

seeing a preview of sex n city movie.

my new place.

christmas in new orleans

vodka tonic...loyal friend

me rooting for ms. new york and tailer made. im still frowning that some ppl still think "punk" is straight. and im still smirking about "pretty"...i saw that from the beginning.

sitting next to sisqo on a flight to los angeles. nope, it wasn't first class but coach on SOUTHWEST! homie is shooort. i couldve sworn i saw his legs dangling. we didn't talk much cuz ...what could we really talk about? but he did offer me gum ( wasnt offended) i offered him a mentos. and when he went to the bathroom, i looked in his shopping bag from the airport magazine shop and noticed he bought a maxim magazine (maybe he isnt gay) AND people .yup, i sure did. no shames. and when we left, i shook his hand and said the corny " it was a pleasure sitting next to you and he smiled " it was a pleasure". but im no groupie.
now if he were mos def....shoooo.....

shopping on melrose ave and praying (while humming "unwritten" ) i'd run into lauren conrad...and spencer ( i could so chill w/ him)...chilling in long beach.
im def a new yorker at heart but i could def live in LA. it's just soo....happy...deluded happiness, but it works...i compare it to SPENDA. yes, its an artificial sweetner ,which in long term will probably kill me, but its damn good and no calories!

having dope women in my life ( not like that freaks). i mean alot of chicks complain that women are catty and not being able to trust them... blah blah... but , damn, im lucky cuz i have an AMAZING mom (who can run circles around ANYONE), wonderful sister (who's damn gifted) - intelligent, sincere, beautiful , funny girlfriends who are jus too damn fly for their own good. im jus blessed man.

i cant wait 2008 ( hey i rhymed again)