ANGELA

Me, me, me Its time to update this profile of mine. Its been the same since 2006. Things have changed. Some stay the same. I’m still border line O.C.D. If anything, I’ve gotten worse. As the years go by I am more aware of the germs that surround me. I AM likely to carry around Purell Spray (wish it came in a spritzer bottle) and spritz the crap-o-la out of subway transit people. Being that I can get arrested for obstructing the peace, I have chosen to just walk everywhere in New York City instead. The farthest I have walked was from 42street to 14 street Union Square. Quite a work out! Don’t mind it much. It brings me to this topic. I still am a diet freak. Starvation diet, Peanut Butter diet, South Beach Diet, all in the name of skinny jeans diet. Someone recently brought to my attention that I could quite possibly have an eating disorder. Bah! BAH I say! I thought everyone felt guilty about eating 3 meals a day? No? Not so much? Any hoot, I’m working on this “disorder” of mine. On a happy note, I just joined the NYC Road Runners Club in order to qualify for the NYC Marathon. Yup! This is the year folks! No more wishing and dreaming about crossing the white line, this time I'm gonna do it! Worst news is that I am not to drink alcohol for 6months during training! Aack! Vodka on the rocks no more? No worries! A bad experience with Vodka was all I needed to stay far and clear away from it! Funny how your brain can recall a bad porcelain bowl vomit flashback the minute you smell vodka. Tangueray Gin is my new looove. I am still a FASHIONISTA. Definitely a URBANISTA. Socialista isn’t so much my thing anymore. Yes I socialize. But something happens when you find Love. You turn boring and gay (not happy gay, lame gay). I rather snuggle on the couch and read a book with my Lover. I nag at him about putting the toilet seat down and practically pull my hair out when I see dishes stacked high in the sink. I guess you can say, I’ve turned domestic. Samantha from Sex in the City still lingers in me. A tiger on the prowl. I have to constantly remind myself that the hunt is over. I wont deny that I love men. AND yes indeed I love my man. BLOGGERISTA is debatable. I’ve lost my writing corky mojo since 2007. Writers block sucks! Also, getting older has made me figure out strange and peculiar ways to get back at the world one person at a time. Example - If you push me on the street, I will make it a point to walk in front of you and stroll or even worse stop short. Every New Yorker hates strollers and tourist! Another example - If any customer service person was rude to me I make sure to litter in the store. Yes, yes, I know its immature but it makes me dance a little dance and smile a big smile. Evil tis me name! I am still an extremist, my sister can attest to that one. She thinks I am a Wack-a-do! Its all or nothing at all, AND I am ALL Angela. Not Ang, not Angie, ALL ANGELA. "Anything else would be uncivilized" over and out.