did ya miss me?!

the last couple weeks (or has it been months?) have been filled with work, man trauma, housing dilemmas and other real life events.

re: work boyfriend. we've been up and down (mostly down) for weeks. he's all fucked up and it's fucking me up in the process. i found myself picking fights with him all the time, realizing that it was easier that way than letting myself get close enough to him to get hurt again. not good. his ex won't get out of the picture (and he won't get rid of her) and it's just a mess. and so we're doing what we should have done all along. going our separate ways so he can fix himself up on his own, without having to deal with fighting with or worrying about yours truly. he'll have quality time with the doctor. i'll have quality time with the blog. we'll stay friends and maybe later we can start with a clean slate...but boy, does he have some work to do first...

i'm looking for other jobs just because i'm tired of the monotany. i have a friend who is off to work for a very powerful politician-who-shall-not-be-named soon and in my wildest dreams, he calls to say, "hey jasmine, they need someone to work in the press secretary's office! come now!" but i think the chances of that are just about as good as me winning the lottery. the best i can do for now is send the resume out to a billion people and hope something bites. in which case i'll pack up and have to leave the sorority house...um...i mean my cubicle.

and because i'm never home, i've missed some severe roommate goings-on. my roommate melissa, a few months ago, married a korean guy so he could get papers. she then proceeded to feel so guilty about the whole thing (she comes from a pretty religious part of PA) that she panics, files for divorce, and becomes a born-again christian. she started a blog about god (i'm not linking it, lest you go there and offend her), watches sermons on tape and commutes way the hell out to coney island to go to some special church near there...FOUR DAYS A WEEK. i hardly have bowel movements that often. seriously. so it was no surprise that she decided to move out to brooklyn to be closer to church, god and all the glory that coney island has to offer...? in her place will be a chef at a starred restaurant in the city. cross your fingers for free meals for me in the near future. my other roommate emily i haven't seen in months because she practically lives at her boyfriend's place in williamsburg (which, i won't lie, is about a million times cooler than living amongst the chimmichurry trucks in washington heights). she and i still go out though and spend most our time explaining to the rest of our friends that melissa doesn't go out anymore because she's too busy spending time with god.

last weekend was a kentucky derby party with big hats and mint juleps which, by the way, are pretty gross. it's bourbon with a tiny bit of sugar thrown in for good measure. ick. and even though the race lasted all of a minute and a half, we managed to make several hours worth of drinking out of it. we're prepping for belmont which is just a free-for-all for most new york young people. everyone and their brother goes to this thing and just spends the ENTIRE day getting wasted. not a pretty sight.

tonight i had an alvin ailey gala where i met john legend, who is very very short. i mean, he's one tiny man. but an impeccable dresser nonetheless. but the most exciting part about these galas is the amazingly good looking catering staff. this particular company is known throughout the city for the hotness of these people and we ladies are never disappointed. it feels so grecian. beautiful men feeding you ceviche and bringing you wine. life is so good sometimes.

and so i fully plan on blogging more, not just promising to blog more. and i'm gonna try to get back to the HNT but i'm not nearly creative enough to be doing this every week. we'll see.