Coco Seco

I am typing this to you now while wearing a new dress and party shoes. You see, that's how I like to roll when taking time off from work due to a back injury. I should be studying or some junk like that, but I got the Bobby Valentin turned up and the shades down, and probably one of the finest fros I have had this year. I was suppose to be in Basel by now, but I have to go back to the chiropractor in the morning to get hooked up to this freaky electro-therapy machine. The worst thing about this whole back problem thing is, the more I go to this one chiropractor, the more I start to find him attractive. It sucks too because every time I see him I am in just underwear and socks.

Ok, I have a date with an ice pack, later Lovers.

Your quote for today:

"The ice-cream-yellow moon seemed close enough to lick...I looked out at a brilliant sea of emerald and ruby neon bursting pastel skyrockets toward the cobalt blue sky bejewled with sapphire stars."

PIMP, Iceberg Slim
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Good, Great and Fantastic

This desk chair is killing me, literally. I put in a good nine hour work day today and it didn't help the condition of my back to say the least. The bastards had me lugging around slabs of marble and at one point asked me to cart, and I am not exaggerating here, 100 pounds of flour down a short flight of stairs. By 3:15pm I was at the chiropractor. By 4:00pm I walked out with a prescription for some lame ass pain medication and a note dismissing me from work for the next four days. If I wasn't in so much fucking pain right now I would shout a passionate "Boo-ya!" So, I got some time on my hands and plan on heading to Basel a bit early in order self-pity myself and whine in the company of Grossi and Chung.

In other news, Skipper gets older today, so Happy Birthday to her. I am not sure what would have made anyone cry from last night's mind vomit, but I am taking it as a really great compliment. Skipper is having a birthday party and I am not jealous that I can not be there. The thought of Skipper having a party and not having to show up three hours early to watch her clean and help her with her cheese plate is so wrong to me, like men in turtlenecks. Don't get me wrong, I hope she has a good time, I just don't hope she has a great time. Last year we went to Dancehall Explosion and had a great time and I just don't want to be out done. Happy Birthday Skipper, I love you and promise that although this year your birthday might be a good one, next year it's going to FANTASTIC. I am going to make you a cake in the shape of a sea lion and when you see it you are going to laugh.

Goddamn this desk chair is breaking my back.

Tonight's quote:

"Don't apologize for who you are and what you've done in the past, be who you are and do what you do."

CASH, Johnny Cash
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Mind Vomit

Skipper posted a comment on the last blog in regards to wondering what I have been thinking about lately, since I haven't been blogging. It made me think of Mind Vomit, so that's what I am giving you tonight. Enjoy.

I have a horrible stabbing pain in my lower back that is killing me, and I worry about it getting better. I can't stand, walk or sit without my lower back seizing up and it makes me want some heavy painkillers.

I had school today and was suppose to take a test that I missed last week. I hadn't really studied for the test, and all my class mates kept going on about how hard it had been. I accepted failure before I even entered the class room, only to be greeted by my teacher telling me not to worry about the test, that I didn't have to take it. I couldn't help but stand there a bit shocked at my good fortune.

I watched Foxy Brown last night instead of studying and was the better for it. I've been watching a lot of old "blackploitation" movies lately, and so Foxy Brown was obviously one on my list. Although I am a huge fan of the original Shaft trilogy, and find it to be the best of the genre, Foxy Brown is now a very close second. Make me a movie with a ass-kicking, Afro-rocking heroine, a fierce wardrobe of polyester, a pure 70's funk soundtrack, and end the movie with Foxy Brown giving her nemeses a jar with her lover's dick in it. How this movie wasn't nominated for an Oscar back in the day is beyond me. A dick in a jar? That smells like an Academy Award to me.

When I was in middle school my family and I took a trip to Disney Land and stayed in the Hilton across the street. I don't know what it was about that hotel but it made an impact on me, and I ended up making some sort of shrine to it when we got home. I posted one of the free postcards they had in the room on my wall, and had other things arranged "just so" on a sarong my mom's friend had bought me on a trip to Costa Rica.

Today wasn't a bad day because my fro didn't fall flat. Yea, the state of my fro does effect the quality of my day.

I went to the gym after work yesterday. I spent the first fifteen minutes on the elliptical machine and after not finding my work-out card in the index, decided to mix things up a bit and try my luck at the rowing machine. It was nine minutes in when I must have pulled the wrong way and something in my back clicked. It was three more minutes until I could move and because that had only brought my workout to a total of twenty-five minutes, and I didn't want to be seen walking out so early, I hit the elliptical machine for a final and painful ten minutes. I might be an idiot, but at least I will be an idiot that's five pounds lighter in a couple months (yes, it will take me that long to lose five pounds).

I was browsing through iTunes today, looking for something new. I came upon on some new electro album by someone I don't remember called, "Sexy Time." I flipped through the album thinking how stupid the name was, but then suddenly realised that it was in fact "Sexy Time" music. It was weird.

How long are artichokes good for?

Snoop Dogg's new album sucks, and isn't worth the space on my hard drive.

I'm looking forward to Christmas.

How bad ass would a double acorn tattoo in honor of Dr. Sylvia be? I'm not going to do it, but it would be pretty bad ass. I would want Corey at L.A. Ink to do it, I think he would do a great job.

I'm heading to Basel for the weekend to hang with Grossi and Grossvati and drag Chung to the Rhine. Chung loves to bitch about sitting on the Rhine but I think she secretly loves the seediness of it, and even if she doesn't, she should should consider herself sweet-ass lucky for being allowed the privilege. There is no company I cherish more while sitting on the Rhine then my own. I'll put that in my pipe and smoke it.

I would greatly appreciate it if The Weather Channel could get their shit straight. They are telling me it is 57 degrees outside and it isn't.

That's the extent to which I can share my thoughts. There are more, but not to be shared.

Tonight's quote come from not a book, but Foxy Brown,

"Death is too easy Bitch, and I want you to suffer."

If I didn't study for that test you can sure as hell believe I didn't proof read this.

Blisters and Blood

Every February for the last five years, has ended with Dr. Sylvia talking me away from the edge. February is that bitchy last month of Winter, it's the last four weeks until Spring starts to show its self and the closer I get to wearing cutter shoes. Luckily for me this last weekend has been beautiful blue skies and warm enough to wear flats without socks (which pains Dr.Sylvia to the core). This on coming week is looking to be a mixture of shitty weather, much cooler temperatures and rain, which means I am stuck back inside, and luckily back to wearing my Chucks, so that my new blisters can heal before Spring really heats and I can bring my strut back.

With the onset of Spring comes the stress of my final months in Switzerland. I have pushed back my return to the States until the end of August in order to embark on a series of four different blog trips. Yes, the blog is going on a unpredictable European tour, hitting Hamburg, Prague, Vienna and Budapest. Keeping true to the blog and to ensure that I will have something to write about, I will be taking three of my best women with me, individually. It's the neon light at the end of my tunnel, and something that I feel strongly drawn to do. It's just getting all the shit done in order to finish up here that is weighing me down and causing me to procrastinate in every facet of my life.

After over two weeks of not blogging, that's the best I can come up with.

Frustration In A Bucket

I've spent the last two days trying to fix a relationship that isn't mine to fix. It sits in the back of my mind and weighs on my chest when I find myself close to a happy thought. Trying to fix problems that have been alive and strong for years now, over the vast distance that lies between me and my roots, is hard and makes me tired and hopeless. Hardheadedness and the unwillingness to take responsibility for ones own short comings and mistakes, are traits that I have a hard time accepting in the ones I love. I belong to a tight group of three other people that I love more then I could ever express, bonded to them by my whole entire history and self, and all I want is for them to not hurt. So I'm sitting here, in my cold and dark apartment, hoping that love exists and that some broken hearts can be fixed.

Nothing like a heavy Monday to ease you into your work week.

Tonight's Highlight:

"...always looking for these big, dramatic miracles. How we want the glass of water to magically rise up off the table. How we overlook the miracle that there is a glass at all in the first place. And given the universe, isn't the real miracle that the glass doesn't just float up and away?"

Dry, Augusten Burroughs
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Captin Duck

I am just about to go meet Dr. Sylvia at the train station and then head up to the mountains for the weekend. I have a lot of work I need to get done for school, and am looking forward to getting out of the city in the midst of Luzern's carnival.

Before I go I want to give a couple shout-outs though,

First and most important, Olivia, for being a little too kick-ass. I have literally, thousands of reasons to be thankful for Olivia. I will spare you all but a few,

1. For making me the most sentimental and meaningful birthday present I've ever received.
   
2. For taking a chance and starting a new chapter in life. Change is not something Basegio's go through willingly, but this time I am not scared for Olivia, and am positive in the way only sister can be, that she will kick ass.
3. For being what a sister should be.

Second shout-out goes to Rhino over at San Quentin, for making parole!

Shit, I need to post this and go,

Tonight's Highlight:

"When Franklin D. Roosevelt was President-elect there must have been sculptors all over America who wanted a chance to model his head from life, but my mother had connections."

Oh, Joseph, I'm So Tired, Richard Yates
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