Facebook--Dorothy, my college roommate who lives in Brooklyn--whose daughter sang in a chorus at the 9/11 “event” this morning at ground zero. She and her young daughters were walking to school in lower Manhattan when the planes shot across the sky above their heads. They were in front of the firehouse which was a popular stop for the kids. All the friendly firefighters perished that day.
Email--Chris, former co-worker and co-laid off friend--about her friend who won ten mil in a scratch off. Irony? He’s a gambling addict who lost his house and family. Wondering if he’ll get it back. To lose it again?
Facebook--Bobby—an old high school fling with whom I shared excellent sex, once on acid and satin sheets. We kept slipping onto the floor and climbing back up, laughing a “laced with speed” release for hours. I think he’s still incarcerated from some alcoholic-related felony but somehow has access to facebook. He’s an Aries narcissist and posts, “hey girl, i still look good and so do you. what’s the name of that bar across from the summit train station?”
Jdate--Someone by the name of “Etyn”. He’s Sephartic. I’m Irish. We’re both astrologers. He won’t tell me his sign so he must be Scorpio. He wants to “talk” tonight and gave me his number. Don’t know if I can handle this level of intimacy. I may be gradually shrinking from social contact in the traditional sense. To wit…I’m now talking to myself.
LinkedIn--Isabelle PhD chemist and former ESL student from L’Oreal. Both of us have been laid off and connect thru LinkedIn. We’re flirting with actually getting together for lunch. Yikes. I suggested a “ladies who lunch” jaunt at the Short Hills mall. She’s French and has style. Can we sustain two hours? I’d like to think so.
Crackberry--My quasi-boyfriend of late, from 8th grade and now 30 years hence--I was his transitional other this time ‘round and he has no time for me now. He deleted me from bbm (blackberry messenger) since I could tell when he would read the message. My one regular text was answered briefly. “I’ll call you.” That was at 1. It’s now 9. He’s moved on till next his well dries up.
Phone—Jamie, another high school buddy back in my life thanks to facebook--reminded him to update his LinkedIn profile. He’s trying to set me up with a fellow car salesperson who used to be quite the player. Sounds dangerous. Count me in. Who should facebook who?
In-person-- Harry, my 17 yr old son—rapid eye to eye, quick face to face. Privy to his Friday night updates. His plans fell thru and I had none. We’re both home “together”, on different floors. He’s watching a paid per view horror flick which is less than thrilling; I’m about to put on Revolutionary Road. A healthy dose of disfunction to complement mine.
Text--My ex-husband--asked him to help me dispose of an old mattress which hosted years of a child’s incontinence who’s now in college. Ex said, yes, but manana. How yes can feel like no.
Text—Jenny--a friend who’s 28 and doing her Saturn return, a Gemini with Libra rising, multi-tatooed and pierced, my angel tarot new age consort who disappears like vapor and then surfaces to talk about Mercury retrograde. Off to b n noble to “write”. Do I want to come? Since it’ll never happen, I say, “sure”.
Mind-reading--My dog, Maggie–share same space--She looks to me for connection. She reads my moods. I feed her, pet her, walk her. We’re good together. But it’s limited by the cross-species issue.
Silence--Want my quasi-guess-ex-boyfriend to call already. And for what? He’s gone, gone…
BBM--My 21 yr old daughter at school at UVM --Hey Mom. How are you? Hope you haven’t been back in touch with douchebag.
Oh mad, I’m lonely. But thanks for caring. You’re the best person I’ve been in touch with today. Queen of my cyber crowd. Love you. Night. “Talk” tomorrow.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
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