I'm back but recently discovered I have an intolerance to gluten, which should make things interesting.
i've confused myself about this blog. it was about bitching about places to eat. then bitching about my life. then just a mess of pics. but fuck anyone who reads it because for 3+years it's a diary of my life. and one day when i wonder how the fuck i wasted all my good years i can look back and remind myself it was because i drowned myself in a sea of booze, misery, and ex-boyfriends (wait. take away the plural. there really isn't any plural.)
it's in jackson heights and it's not a diner. cause it's in little india, which i'm sure isn't the official name but whatever. it's like india but really little so there.
soraya is half indian via guyana which still means that her mom cooks curry and owns a sari. (spelling?)
we got to JH and were starving so we ate at jackson diner. had the $9.95 buffet. it was pretty good. but then again how can anything spicy, salty, and stinky NOT be good?
i ordered fresh iced tea. ya, fresh from a canister of powdered ice tea mix. it was definitely someplace to try.it's nice to get out of manhattan (and brooklyn).
it was good. the rest of the day was super fun. shopping for outfits for soraya's indian themed 30th bday party. which was the last time i've had alcohol. i;m serious. at the 2 week mark.
oh no wait. scratch that. it was after my friends wedding in mexico in a town that is apparently the birth place of micheladas that marked the end.
i was looking for a concho belt on houston's craiglist. i found some jewelry for trade. trade for a gun.
I have a Massive amount of Authentic, Vintage, Native American (mostly Navajo,but some zuni pieces) Sterling Silver and Turquoise, Mother of Pearl, Red Coral, Onyx, and a mixture of two or more of these materials for trade. Some of the pieces are "signed" by the artisian, some are not. I have been a jewelry and antique dealer for years, and can gaurantee the authenticity of these pieces, any doubt, please see our feedback on eBay as powersellers under the seller name motherscollectables... we have sold many, many items.
ANYWAY, what I am looking for is a NICE .45 or Comparable. What you will recieve is an assortment and massive amout LBS and LBS of very beautiful, sale-able or wearable (no junk - nothing broke) Vintage Native American Jewelry.
Interested, contact me by e-mail at (insert-a-scary-aggressive-war-vet-handle)@yahoo.com or by cell phone at 713-xxx-xxxx or 832-xxx-xxxx.... ask for Jeff
Location: NW Houston
it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
i'm pretty sure that's illegal.
Well, actually, it was John
i wish you could see john's eyes in this picture. crystal blue like the sky was that day. the first real rockaway beach day for me this summer.
john was discovered in elizabeth, NJ by david selig. the dude who did rice in NYC and, of course, the infamous rockaway taco in queens.
i grilled john about his ices. this is what he gave up. he makes them fresh in the morning using fresh fruit and fruit juices. i believe him. the small pink grapefruit italian ice i got (the first of 3 i ate) was only a buck twenty five and SO UNBELIEVABLY GOOD YOU COULD PISS YOURSELF. i had 2 pink grapfruit and 1 raspberry. in fact, sorry david and andrew hotty pantz, i didn't even order any tacos cause the ice was so good.
of course his hotness oozing out of his pores and cool kicks and beastie boys playing on his boom box only enhanced the whole fucking delicious experience. john. i love you.
oh, but all you chubby ho's in line at the taco stand who think you're hot 'cause your approaching 40 but still have the strength to carry an 8+' board into the frigid water with a full wetsuit and booties on, don't front. being a bitch isn't attractive. plus, you have no idea if i can hang ten or not...so BACK OFF. (i'm still hotter than you--just look at me suck on that spoon).