Harvard Business Review?

I went to a bookstore today with a friend name Coxie. It was cold so we both wore our white fake fur J-Lo one-piece jumpers with matching white fur Fugg boots. We bought the matching outfits a year ago when a Contempo Casual was going out of business. (The building was demolished and a Bread Barn replaced it. Who needs that much bread? Though, that is where I go to get my jewish rye fix now. Nothin says good morning--or sober up--like a butter-soaked six-stack of jewish rye toast. Hello?)

People give us looks when we are wearing the matching jumpers. A camera phone will come out of a purse now and then or someone on their cell phone already will stare at us and describe us to whoever they talkin to. I usually shout out "It's J-Lo!" and they laugh. I laugh back to be polite. J-Lo can be intimidating to people...you know...as a brand.

So we go to this bookstore named "Los Libros de Rojos." The name make me hungry for empinadas. I walk in first and directly make beeline to the magazines. You know, US and Star and People. well, Coxie walks with me, but she picks up The Harvard Business Review. The who what Coxie Harvard who who?! I asked her what she was doing and she said she met a man online last night who go to Harvard. I asked her how and she said through a chat room. I asked if she was chargin again and she said no and gave my jumper a shove. I checked for smudge marks for two reasons. One, the jumper is white and two, Coxie wipes her nose on her hands constantly when she is sick. Nasty. I use tissues in them little plastic bags.

So Coxie go on to tell me about this boy and how he is very smart and wants to meet her. He told her he wrote somethin in this magazine and she wanted to see if he was lyingl. Sure as Lionel Richie got a white daughter, there he was. Now I ask you...why would someone from Harvard be interested in Coxie? She broke, not smart and work at Bread Barn part time. (She sneak me the jewish rye). I suppose I should not judge. Two people from different walks of life can come together I guess. Whitney and Bobby. Mariah and Eminem. Janet and one of the Debarge boys. I am just jealous. I want someone to love me who go at Harvard... or a community college, shoot. Somebody who going somewhere, to be somebody. Someone to sweep me out this dirty boring dull life and into one of glamour, intrigue and lots of clean boot knockin. Okaaayy!!??

I know he out there. Somewhere. Probably reading my blog and listenin to my show. I just wish he would reach out to me. Reach out and touch the Lady. Put his hand on her thigh (I shaved today) and pick her up and lift her away from this apartment and these neighbors and the smell of the gas when the landlord keep it on too long.

Dreamlover come rescue me.
Take me up.
Take me down.
Take me anywhere you want to baby. Oh.

-LR