I have a few memories of Michael Jackson. The first being that I had a huge crush on him when I was a kid and used to watch him on the Jackson 5 Variety Show. It was then that my mother told me that if I ever chose to marry a black man that would be ok with her.

The second memory I have of Michael Jackson is when I was working at the restaurant Victoria Station at Universal Studios in Los Angeles.

He was in a wheelchair, wearing an Indian Sari and holding a child on his lap. I made awkward eye contact with him as he struggled to wheel his way out of the ladies room. He ordered “Jesus Juice” and ate chicken wings. A waiter named Tony Sanjeev called him out and asked him for his autograph. His manager pulled him aside and asked for his name and address. Within a few days Tony had his signed, glossy 8x10 from Michael.

I know I haven’t posted anything on my blog in a very long time. I plan to write more. I’ve been a little overwhelmed. Had emergency abdominal surgery last week, which, I will post about soon. Am healing fast and feeling great.

~j

RIP Michael Jackson & Farrah Fawcett.

I've been a little on the lame side when it comes to blogging as of late... I have moved into a beautiful apartment that I have decided to paint so I've been super busy. I can't wait to post pictures of my beautiful Aruba Blue office and Crushed Velvet bedroom.

...when I was at Ikea I heard this song and it reminded me of living in Los Angeles and made me all nostalgic. I really love this song.




Also, while at Ikea I was forced to listen an Ikea employee shout countless times over the intercom for the "owner of the red vulva to return to it immediately".

How many pairs of socks does one need?
I'm trying to spring clean but I have the toughest time getting rid of things.
I have old skirts that I never wear and probably never will.

Someone just give it to me straight.
Tell me that it's OK to get rid of this excess stuff!!!

How many pairs of socks does one need?
I'm trying to spring clean but I have the toughest time getting rid of things.
I have old skirts that I never wear and probably never will.

Someone just give it to me straight.
Tell me that it's OK to get rid of this excess stuff!!!

People who are ungrateful and selfish, who always complain and don’t look at the “bigger picture” will never, ever be happy. They will always remain in the victim role. They will always suck you dry and attempt to make you to share their miserable outlook. No one, no one, no one is responsible for your own happiness. You wish to be happy? You have to find it. Sometimes it’s difficult, sometimes it’s not. But the bottom line is that you’re the one to make the choice. 

I recently went through my things and found some old writings. This must have been a class assignment. It was titled “My Weakness”. I have no recollection of writing this.
And if it isn’t apparent enough…I had an eating disorder and I was obsessed with Duran Duran. I was probably 15 when I wrote this.

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I thought that meeting Simon LeBon would be the greatest thing that could ever happen to me. Was I ever wrong! Actually, it wasn’t all bad.

We met in Paris. I was sitting down by a water fountain and he just came over to me and introduced himself. We talked a bit and then he offered me a candy bar. I couldn’t accept it because I was on a diet and I told him so. He then told me about this, “NEW NO CALORIE FOOD COMPANY” I asked him what it was and he said that it’s a new food company that makes delicious no calorie food. I told him I didn’t believe it and he swore on his life so I accepted the candy bar. I ate it with no guilt. Then he gave me the address to the company. I then went there to see for myself what he was talking about.

I opened the door and I saw tons of mouth watering “fattening” food. There were various ice creams, cookies and cakes, tacos, hamburgers, French fries and chicken McNuggets. I was freaking out. Above all of these foods I saw a sign stating that all of the foods were calorie free. I was so gullible that I started eating everything in sight. I had not one feeling of guilt. It was wonderful. I did this for a week straight. Non-stop. I then grew tired and I thought I would take a bath and go to bed. (As soon as I got home, that is.)

Anyway, I filled the tub with nice, soothing water and tried to get in but something was wrong. I didn’t fit. I tried with all my might but it didn’t work. I thought, “I couldn’t have gained any weight”. So, I stepped on the scale confirm to it to myself but to much of my surprise, the scale broke. I went into hysterics. My pants split and my shirt too. I must’ve weighed 500 pounds. I went to the doctor and he said that there was no way possible to lose the excess weight. Since I couldn’t do anything about my condition I thought I’d get Simon back since he tricked me. So I went to his house and sat on him.

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I’ve been doing a little experiment lately. I’ve been trying to hold the door open for people, even if they’re two steps behind me and I have to wait for them. Part of the reason is because I need to practice my patience, and the other is sort of a social experiment. I like to watch the reactions of the people I’m holding the door for. I would say that about 2/3 of the people thank me. The other 1/3 of the people just brush on by.

I can’t believe it’s March already. This year is breezing by… I’ve been working like crazy…working on my book proposal and I’m just two pages shy of completing it. Will post some pages soon!

this song is amazing.