by Rajkhet Dirzhud-Rashid -
SGN A&E Writer
As I sit here in the WiFi café I so love (hey, the grrls are cute and the beverages are cheap) nibbling trail mix (my secret to losing the weight I've been working on) and trying not to stress about cash flow, several things are going through my noggin at the moment. One is that I'm still steamed at the driver of that black Cadillac who, thinking he was the coolest fool on the street, tried to run down both yours truly and an innocent bicyclist. And the wacko's girlfriend (Little Miss Stupid to his Mr. Stupid) even smiled when she exited that gas-guzzling flash mobile. I so wanted an anvil to fall on both their heads like in the cartoons and giant "voice of the Goddess" to say to them both, "Learn to drive and respect cyclists and pedestrians bozos, or get off our hill!" Ah, for cartoons to come true.
Ah, but this one is less and less worried about little moments of anger like that one, as she is so sublimely happy with my sweet life partner/slave and looking to meeting that one's family in the very near future, too. We have been regulars at The Crypt, and that one even sat with me at my last full moon gig at The Cuff, making me feel all special and grounded through my stint as their tarot reader. Call it "bring yo sweetie to work" night, eh? Yes!
This one has been in this little town that thinks it's a city for 22 years this month, and this column is six years old (I think, 'cause honey, the brain forgets dates these days, ya know?). So, happy anniversary to me and to all my loyal three readers, brava, you rock, and such. Maybe someone should buy me a present or take me to dinner, or, heck, at least get a reading to increase my cash flow, hmmmm? Yes indeed, my little tomatoes.
So what else has been going on in my little love nest with my darling one? Well, as of this month, I no longer have healthcare, at least not coverage for Western medicine. Thank Goddess for the Divine Dr. Que and my sweetie getting me hooked up with his chiropractor (who that one sees on a regular basis, and this one will be seeing, too, to get some needed clearing-out of old crap), or I'd be a walking mess. Shame on our politicos and on the morons fighting any kind of reforming healthcare - that's why me and millions of others are in this awful, awful boat - and shame on UW for not taking the Hippocratic oath seriously and getting me scheduled for the procedure my female parts need. Shame, shame!
On a better note, this one and her sweetie, in his grrrl drag, went to Nordstrom, where we not only got makeovers at the Chanel counter, but also got to be chatted up (and flirted with a bit) by the sweet French rep of the line a couple of weeks ago. Honey, we did look fab, and got smiles and stares everywhere we went after. Treat yourself someday soon to a little makeover at either Nordstrom or Sephora, and see if it don't make ya all bettah.
So, what has this one tried and loved that she wants to tell ya about, darlin'? (I'm channeling my Haitian roots after sampling some delish Haitian cuisine recently with my slave/honey bunny). Well, I love, love, love Creed's Love In Black eau de parfum and the newly mixed and revamped Chanel No. 5, which me and sweetie got at Nordstrom recently. Also picked up a sample of a new line of facial care, a wonderful moisturizer called Youth Surge, which does exactly that for skin that needs a bit of pep. And, honey, don't we all - especially us older ones - need that for la face? Def! Go in, see the nice people who'll treat you like royalty, and say this column sent ya! And if you're a goth, or just someone who likes to try something outstandingly different, do try Chanel's new line of black lipsticks, which are so much better than that stuff you're probably wearing now - not too pricey, either.
So, that's it for now, babies, and I'm so pissed that whatever high muck-a-muck made the very bad decision to put both my fave shows, Fringe and Supernatural, opposite each other on a Thursday, making me play "speed remote" to try to see them both. Dang it, change Fringe back to Tuesday already, and stop making us fans miss our show! On a happier note, the two shows started off with kickass season premieres, so do watch as you won't be disappointed by either.
Be nicer to each other out there in the world, especially you nutjob drivers like Miss and Mr. Stupid, and remember bicycles ARE traffic, not something to hit in your big car, and pedestrians always have the right of way, jackass. If only SPD would start looking out for me and other pedestrians and cyclists and ticketing these nuts, maybe they'd stop using us for target practice with their vehicles. And keep smiling at your bus driver, 'specially if she's a sistuh of color, 'cause she probably needs some cheering up here in "rat city." More and better healthcare, and let's vote against the bigots trying to tell everyone who should and shouldn't be married or have benefits. Approve Ref. 71! Go Mariners, go Huskies, and spread love wherever you go. Buhbye, peace out, kiss kiss!
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