I'm still doing it... !

I’ve been living in Mexico City for 3 years.

I’ve learned amazing things, about myself and life and people. I’ve had great experiences.

I refused to say I was going there “to find myself… ” – I would never have wanted to sound so cliche! – but that’s EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED!!!

I found myself!!!!

I LOVE the person I am now, inside and out, and it shows in everything I do!!!

I still live there – I have a few more wonderful things on my list to accomplish there – like falling in love, running my own business, etc.

Fusion Regresó

¡¡¡Ya no me van a decir gordita... !!!

Hace 2 semanas empecé una dieta - La Dieta South Beach. Ya no como azucar, y por dos semanas no comí pan ni starches, ni nada de crap.

Como carne baja en grasa, y muchas verduras. Y frijoles, y leche light. Ah, y mas verduras.

Me siento maravillosa, y en 2 semanas he bajado 5 kilos!!!



Y, anoche, tuve mi primera clase de spining. Ahora estoy un poco dolorida, pero en una semana o dos me acostumbraré.

Two weeks ago I started the South Beach Diet. Now I don't eat CRAP. I eat lean meat, veggies, and more veggies. Also, I eat beans everyday, and milk, and this week I'm starting to introduce other carbs - I ate an apple yesterday!!!

I've lost about 12 lbs so far.

Oh, and I just started spinning classes last night!!! Wow!! My butt hurts!!!

Me and My Roomie

Berenice is my Little Sister-Roomate!

Centro Cultural de Espana

Originally uploaded by Victorita.

My roomate and I are working on starting tourguide business...

Underground DF - we would take you to all the "underground" spots in DF, for a fee, for night. It would be a pretty simple package - we take you to the places you wouldn't find on your own, and you pay us.

Anyone interested? Or have any ideas?

Mi roomate y yo estamos trabajando un negocio de guias... daríamos turs de la la vida nocturna y underground del DF.

Como les parece?

Esta foto es del Centro Cultural de Espana - claro, no un lugar tan tan underground, pero pienso es muy buena para empezar la noche, no??

I'm Bitter.

Don't Be Vague. Ask for Victoria.
Originally uploaded by Victorita.

I haven't yet forgiven this guy for the offense of not adoring me.

I know, it sounds vain.

I think it's because of my new found sense of self-worth. I think I'm pretty hot stuff - and I'm offended that he kinda did too, and then changed his mind.

Sigo molesta por un chico que cometió el ofenso de no adorarme.

Siento que ya debo de perdonarlo, y olvidar de todo, pero mi orgullo insiste en seguir asi....

Sera porque antes los dejaba tratarme mal, y nunca me di cuenta cuando no me querían? Y ahora... pues ahora, he cambiado. Ya no soy la misma niña que antes...

Golondrinas for Victoria!!!

Golondrinas for Victoria!!!
Originally uploaded by Locochona.

Well, I've been thinking aobut getting a another tattoo for awhile now.

I really like that retro shit, so I started thinking about Old School tattoo (ólskul en español).

I like the swallows, and I made this drawing myself - based on a few other ones I saw.

But now I'm being told that the swallows are totally played out:(

Of course, I want them on my feet... I DO think that's a original place...

I Make Clothes Now, Too.

Originally uploaded by La Zoila.

I've been wanting to make clothes - I've done so much sewing on my machine, making the accessories, making clothes seemed like a logical and natural step. Since I'm such good friends with my sewing machine now...!

I've made a few simple things, but this skirt really suprised me. I love it, and it loves me, and ... like, it has a zipper and stuff!

Now that I've worn it a few times, I can see some mistakes and things to work on. Like the fabric is really stretchy - so that hot tight fit you see in my pictures goes away after a few hours of walking and sitting. So I think I have to put lining in, so it won't lose it's form. And the waist is too high, and it won't stay there.

Meanwhile, I'm so happy!

PS I know I haven't blogged in a while, and I'm sorry, I just can't keep it up. I may just blog from Flickr from now on, it's actually easier!

Se Traspasa Intervention

I Love The Blue Light
Originally uploaded by La Zoila.

I went to a installation in this old house in the centro historico. Complete remodeling and rennovation will start next week, but the artists had 3 weeks to take what was inside and do stuff with what the found.

I just loved being in the space, being in the old house, walking around and looking at everything. I probably would have been just as excited if they just let us wander around in an old building - sans the "intervention".

Los Cajones
Originally uploaded by La Zoila.

Originally uploaded by La Zoila.

Stupid Junk Mail

I recieved this email today under the subject heading: Please resend this!!!

Hay una pagina en el internet, contra la que
tenemos que protestar, para hacerla desaparecer.

Un japones que vive en Nueva York esta criando y vendiendo gatitos, que se
llaman BONSAI CATS.

Esto todavia no es nada extrano,pero....!!!! A los gatitos les dan un relajante muscular, y les encierran en frascos de vidrio, VIVOS! Alli viven toda su vida, encerrados.

Respiran por un agujero pequeno, y les dan de comer por un tubito . Los huesos del gato se adaptan a la forma del frasco, porque todavia son muy jovenes.

Esta cosa horrible esta muy de moda en NYC, en Indonesia y en China.

Si lo aguantas, lo puedes ver en la pagina
www.bonsaikitten.com

Para poder protestar, esta lista tiene que tener por lo menos 500 nombres.

Por favor, copia este mensaje a un mensaje blanco, agrega tu nombre al final de la lista y envialo a todas las personas que conoces.

Si ves, que la lista tiene 500 nombres ya, mandalo por favor a XXXXX@XXXX

A quick glance at the website reveals over-enthusiastic sugary sweet descriptions of techniques, and some not-so-scary photos of cats that have been temporarily shoved into clear containers of various sizes, by loving owners who must have been snickering over their vision of this silly website.

The email I recieved had about 130 names on it - I've read the wording over and over, it seems sincere... could it be? Does Ana Checa (the originator) really believe this is going on? The internets are strange enough, joke websites, let alone with the people who believe them.

Fusion

Originally uploaded by La Zoila.

My stuff at Fusion.

Flickr

This is a test post from , a fancy photo sharing thing.

They Think I'm Dating My Best Friend's Husband

Two years ago I was in love with a Mexican boy here. He wasn't in love with me,(or maybe he was, it remains a mystery) but his family adored me. I became best friends with his sister, and very close to his mom, and we all spent a year a half trying to get me and this guy together.

It was pretty sad, and painful, and things just didn't work out. But me and the mom and the sister had been through so much, we have always continued our friendship.

They were there for me for my surgery, and ever since I came back to Mexico in January, I've been thinking about them and missing them. I've even had dreams about them, inspired by the guilt I was feeling for not calling the house.

But the house is where the brother lives, and the other super-gossipy sister live, so I just prefer not to call.

I noticed I had recieved a few phone calls from that house last week. I called back, one day when I had just gotten home, shortly after the call had come in. The mother answered and was very short with me.

I just thought she was upset because I had taken 3 months to call them. We talked, and I just kept apologizing, and telling her how much I missed them. She finally softened up a bit, and we got off the phone. I told her to please tell my friend to call me, that I really want to talk to her.

A few days ago, I finally thought to text-message her husband, to ask him to tell her to call me. He messaged me back, "I can't. Everyone thinks you and I are seeing each other." I was in cold shock. I just kept thinking, what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.... A half hour later he called me to explain.

Apparently a neighbor says they saw me and him together in the Zona Rosa, and everyone believes this, and my friend is mad, and hates me, because she believes it too.

This is a nightmare - this person I loved so much, thinks I have betrayed her in the worst manner possible, and I haven't done a thing, besides think about her and miss her.

I decided not to do anything. First of all, I haven't done anything in the first place and secondly, if they can really believe this of me, then I don't think I need their friendship.

Last night I recieved my first prank call. Someone called from a public phone around 11:30. I answered, and they didn't talk. I hung up, and they called again, and said, "I know who you are seeing, " I just said "I'm not seeing anyone." They said that wasn't true, and started telling me about how I'm a ZORRA and how I like to do this and this and I hung up.

*sigh* What a fucking sad mess.

Fusion Arte y Diseño que no tiene madre...!

Okay, the time has come again. Fusion, art, design, crafts and clothes, and lots of cool people, music, movie shorts, etc. This weekend, I'll be there selling my wares, and you should go because: there is cool shit there, and you will be happy you went.

Bring money, and friends.

Ya es hora, Fusion ha regresado. Estaré vendiendo alli, con otros 30-tantos participantes, hay arte, diseño, artesanias, y ropa, y gente chida, con musica, cortometrajes, etc. Hay que ir, porque te va a gustar mucho mas de lo que imaginas.

Vente con otros, y un poquito de dinero.

Cerca de Metro Salto de Agua.

Why I Love My Dad

Today I got an email from my father - who NEVER emails us. It was sent to me and my brother.

This was the email:

Hey Boys and Girlz!!!

DON’T FORGET. MOTHER’S DAY IS THIS SUNDAY. BE SURE AND CALL MOM. DON’T WORRY ABOUT GIFTS.

Love,

Dad

I love my DAD. Living over here in Mexico, I think about my parents everyday, and I talk to them every few days, but I'm a mess with dates.

I Heart Cream Cheese.

Algo raro me ha estado pasando por unos meses. Hace dos meses, comí sushi con unos amigos en su casa, y me he vuelto fanatica del sushi.

Me da sushi-ganas como cada 3 dias. Ya es obsession, de repente me da las ganas, y busco y pido y ya. $40 pesos, mas o menos, y salgo llena. Arroz te hace eso.

Pero... es raro, porque no me gustaba mucho el sushi en California. La habia probado various veces, y nunca me llamó la atencion. Ahora sí... pero que sera la diferencia?

Hace unos dias, llegue al conclusion que es el queso. El sushi que habia probado antes no tenia queso, no era la moda alla. Entonces, tiene que ser el queso. Dandome cuenta de eso, compre un paquete de queso Philadelphia el otro dia. Abriendolo, probandolo, dije, ah, sí, eso es lo que me esta pasando. Es el queso. Esta rrrrriquisimo... me muero, la neta. Wow.

Pues, hoy en un cafe pedí un bagel con queso crema. Lo mismo. Ay, pero habia comido queso crema antes, ... porque ahora la obsession?



Esta noche, para un "snack" antes de acostarme, agarré una cucharada de queso. Me gustó mucho. Al pensarlo, regresé al refri, agarré lo que quedaba en un platito y me lo comí, como si fuera un helado. Tenia la curiosidad, a lo menos, para saber como se sentiria, comer queso crema con cuchara, solo.

Era decandente. YUM.

The Roomate Life

This was the bathroom trash this morning. I had waited and waited, for at least 3 days, mostly out of curiosity to see if anyone would take it out. I could've done it, but really, I just wanted to see how bad it would get.

You really couldn't even put another ball of toilet paper into it, without having to push really hard, and thus risk touching other balls of toilet papers... eeeewwww.

I took the trash out, after taking this picture.

I Need to Have This

Over and over again, I peruse these darling images. I yearn to have the Kali poster - one of my favorite goddesses...! And the book, I imagine it on my coffee table, with people purring and cooing over it, and complementing me on my great kewl taste.






This ia a not-so-sweet image of Kali.

Shameful Secrets

This is really touching. Every Sunday they post new secrets.

Here are a few:



I don't think this is so bad - I've had the same secret for years now, and I'm quite comfortable with it.



Hmm... I can also identify, as I too have someone I have feelings for who doesn't know and may never.



Twins fascinate me, I've always envied there relationship to each other - perhaps I've just been yearning for an equal, another me? I also wonder how my only brother feels about us - I came first, and did whatever I wanted, and things have always been harder for him.

Read more secrets here.

Quick Catch-Up

Okay, I've taken a week off. I've been busy.

But lots of good things have happened...!

1. Ex-Roomie came back on Friday of last week to take away ALL of his things. Yay!!!! I guess he was so disheartened that we wouldn't lend him 50 pesos, he must have humbled himself even more with someone else, to avoid the shame of me taking care of his things a day longer.

2. I have realized working with other people sucks.

3. I just got my first "pedido" that is a whole $2800 pesos worth of product! Ten chokers, and ten wristcuffs, and 35 flowers.

4. And, I have a new roomate lined up for May, after Daniel leaves, and she's sending me the deposit and rent now.

All of this means my life is wuuuuunderful!!!! Yay!!!

It's not over yet...

*sigh* Ex-roomie came by the house last night. He wanted to talk with me, so I obliged him and went downstairs and to the street.

He started explaining how he had found a place to live, but Sunday the girl told him she had rented it to someone else. At this moment, I felt my heart in my throat - but then he explained that he wasn't worried about where to stay, since the mechanic was going to let him stay in the taller with his car.

I was relieved, but then he explained how he had "uncapitilized" himself completely, and I realized he wanted money. He asked me for 50 pesos, and I said no. By coincidence, I had a ten-peso coin in my pocket, and I fingered it for a moment, but I decided, no. It's better this way.

Then he had to come back an hour later after the Good-Roomie had arrived, since he figures they are on such great terms. It's a guy thing... haha, but no go. D also refused him money.

It sucks, having to be so cold and firm, but ... having him come around more often, and knowing that he'll never realize what the real problem is, well that would suck more.

Lo que pasa es que gana muy bien...! El problema es que lo gasta en el alcohol. Viene a pedir algo de nosotros, como si fuera por un acto de Dios que se quedó sin dinero, pero sabemos muuuuy bien lo que pasa.

Lo sentimos mucho, pero tu ya nos has demostrado que por el alcohol, eres casi incapaz a administrar tu dinero, y tu vida. Por eso te corrí de la casa, por que yo sí tengo las cosas muy en claro, y quiero estar felíz.

A todos modos, todavia hay unas cajas de el en el patio de el. Despues que le negué el dinero, me aseguró que las llevaría muy pronto. Le dije que no se preocupara, y me agredeció mucho.

Por sus inseguridades, piensa que lo odio. No es cierto. Simplemente no tolero su comportamiento alcoholico. Igual, como no puede enfrentar la gravidad de su problema, dice a si mimso "Victoria me odia porque me gusta tomar..."

Whatever.

Nómada - Tienda Intinerante

Despues de un mes de preparacion y precupacion, ya lo vamos a hacer. Empezamos este jueves, en Cafe Gante en el Centro Historico. Vamos a ser 4 - 5 personas, creo que 3 hacen ropa para mujeres, una hace bolsas y yo hago mis famosas muñequeras glam-rockeras.


Nómada

Me entregaron los volantes ayer, hoy veo a las chicas y vamos a empezar a volantear...! Solomente hicimos 4 mil, y la verdad no es mucho, porque la tienda va estar en Gante 4 fines de la semana, brincando el fin de Fusion. Necesitariamos como 8 - 10 mil me imagino, pero pues sera para la proxima...!

los buenos amigos...?

Vi este coche en La Condesa hoy, y se me hizo un poquito raro los nombres en la ventana. ¿Quienes seran? Son un grupo de amigos, un grupo de musica...? Hice una búsqueda en Google, pero encontre muchos nombres y nada concreto. Parece que podria ser el grupo, son de Mexico... pero entonces, que pasó con Erick?

I like to imagine they are a group of friends, that always ride around in the red rabbit. Of course, the names of his 3 best friends are there, but we will never know the name of the owner of the car, since he names himself in the first person.

Alguien sabe quienes son? Es costumbre aqui en Mexico poner los nombres de los cuates en el coche o que...? Jaja, me gustaria saber, pero seguramente muchos han visto el coche, y nadie sabe quienes son.

La Nueva Produccion

Rasterbation is Fun!

This:


Becomes this:


Okay, I promise you guys: THIS WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. Omigod. I'm going to decorate my whole house, my whole life!!!

Go to The Rasterbator and get crazy.

Cerveza y Blogs

Todo el día estaba pensando en irme al sur a conocer los otros bloggers...!Pero por estar cómoda (y con la flojera) en mi casa, no salí hasta las 8:30. Yo me decía, TENGO que irme! Tengo que conocerlos! Es otro grupo a donde puedo pertencer, otros amigos para conocer... !



Conocí a Tlalocman, mi primer amigo en la blogsfera.



Que lastima que no pude hacerme salir mas temprano, sé que la hubiera pasado bien. Pero ya los conoci, y me conocieron, y nos estamos leyendo. Hasta la proxima!

Bad Dreams

OH! Oh! It couldn't be possible, but it happened. Yesterday morning I woke up from a nightmare about MY ALCOHOLIC ROOMIE! Only he was the EX-ROOMIE in my dream.

In my dream:
I had come home really late, and gone straight to bed. In the morning, I got up and was astounded to find 4 Indian businessmen asleep in my living room. There was another bedroom (one that doesn't exist) full of a few other international businessmen. I was distressed, but DRUNK ex-roomie was there to provide his explanation.

It was no big deal he explained, he had been out drinking with these fellows, and since they had no place to go, he brought them back to my house. It seemed very logical and natural to him.

I was livid, I remember screaming at him "PERO COMO ENTRASTE....? ¿SACASTE COPIA DE LA LLAVE...?!!!!!!!!!!" And he very nonchalantly answered, "Sí, pero, es que me convenía..."

Oh, it was horrible. But my dream is a very accurate relection of how it felt to deal with him. He was capable of ANYTHING while drinking, and as long as it suited himself, nothing else mattered. Then, to top it all off, he'd make ME feel like the crazy one.

UPDATE: I almost had a heart attack today because Ex-Roomie called to check in with me about his stuff he has in the patio. He started explaining how he still didn't have anyplace to go live, and for a half a second I thought he was going to ask if he could sleep on the sofa tonight. Now I understand why I'm still having bad dreams about this.

Transparent Screen

I'm embarrassed that I had to do this. But I had to. I'm not alone. There's more here.

Found Furniture

I found this credenza thing on the corner in front of my house. You can see, it looked like shit, but none of it's legs were broken, nor any important parts, like the main shelves.


The drawers from the middle section were gone, and also the two cabinets used to have doors that opened. Still, whaddya I care? I have no furniture, no shelves, no place to put stuff besides the floor - And I have alot of stuff!


This is after I sanded and painted everything a bit. Since the top is particle board, and really badly damaged, I decided just to cover it with something. I decided making it look somewhat like cake frosting would be cool. However, I used "yeso" , which is very cheap, mixes with water, and IS NOTHING LIKE PLASTER OF PARIS, and not like what I call "gesso". The bag doesn't even say what it is, lime, gypsum or whatever.


It looks beautiful, but the next day when it dried I realized the stuff was cracking and falling off, with the slightest movement. For moment I harbored the idea of just painting over it, and that maybe the paint would seal it, but then I realized, NO.

So I took all the yeso off. It took me like 5 minutes, I could practically sweep the stuff off.



I have already started with a new texture material, and this one is acrylic based;).

New Roomate!!!

I had decided to interview as many possible roomates as I could, and then carefully select from them all.

But in the past week, I could only meet with one girl. I had other calls, but people are so flakey... I was in contact by email with several people, but they must not really need a room after all.

Oh, and there was one French kid who called, after I had already decided to rent the room to B, the girl I interviewed. I found his "looking-for" ad online, and it also says he likes "desmadre". No thanks, buddy!

And so, B has come to the house. She seems very private(shy?)and she spent about 4 hours yesterday washing an enormous quantity of clothes. An activity which I can only whole-heartedly approve of!

The remainder of the time(it's only been two days) she spends in her room doing things. Like what, I have no idea. But I don't care!

She's very young, I think she must be really happy to have her own private space.

Fun Things to Do to Other People

We all went out last night. There was a couple next to us, dancing and feelin' on each other. At some point I realized the guy was on the dance floor with someone else.

I mention this do D. He says, "Yeah, but she just got some text message from some guy. It said, 'Do you want me to forget about you?'" D's a pretty tall fellow, so he can causually spy on those below him. Since he's so far above their line of sight, no one even notices.

D leans in a bit to see the message she sends back: "Ha ha, I'm out dancing...!"

We think this is great! She's on a date with this boy, but she's got another one on the line. Her date thinks he's having the time of her life, 'cause he's out with her and dancing with other girls, but little does he know.



By now we're drunk and silly, so this little scene being played out next to us became the focus of our evening. But it's intense, really. Date comes back, they dance and make out, then he goes to the bathroom and she slides her cellie out of her back pocket. And over and over again.





This actually could happen again. I mean, the fun of it was taking as many pictures of the interaction as possible, and letting them think we're just camera happy, and drunk. D helped out greatly, by his spy work and his willingness to pose for me.

I did start to think that the girl noticed something amiss, but ... I don't think she understood the degree to which we were informed and involved.



We've talked about this before: Digital cameras are fun!

He's Gone AT LAST....!

Last night, AR came home around 8:30, knocked on my door and asked if I was ready to give him whats left of balance. I happily said yes, and I did the caluclations.

Seven days, at $50 pesos each, is 350. Plus the 200 pesos toward the phone bill, plus 50 of the cost of the laberet that was never returned. I gave him 900 pesos.

Then he proceded to hang around, asked if he could make phone calls, and generally try to make jokes and chat with me. Inside myself I wondered, "How on earth could he just be so happy? Shouldn't he be scooting his butt on out of here?" But no, AR wanted a little bit of quality time, or shall we say I-just-need-to-make-sure-that-you-still-like-me time.

I was cool, I humored him, listened in on his phone calls (did he just tell someone he's going to a cantina tonight?) secure in the knowledge that a some point in the night he would leave, and he will never be able to come back.

Finally he got around to packing his stuff in his car. He'll come back today for it. Maybe. Doesn't matter.

He offered to come back today to clean up the room, and I was like, ha! Please, stop it! I don't want you around. Being nice isn't going to change the fact that you're really fucked up.

Also, I found the camera he thought his "friends" had stolen from him. It was under his bed. I think I'll keep it.

UPDATE: AR came Friday night to collect some things out of his car. I gave him back the camera. It was a crap camera anyways, and getting it back made him happier than keeping it would've made me.

They're Tryin to Scam Me!

I've been getting a few inquiries a day about the room I have for rent. Some of them are just wierd, but there's reasons why. Today I got this:

From : JANE MARK
Sent : Wednesday, April 6, 2005 2:30 PM
To : coyolxautli@hotmail.com
Subject : HIGHLY INTERESTED IN YOUR APARTMENT

Hi
Am JANE MARK,i saw your house and am ready to rent and abide with all rules and regulation you want me to.Am a cool and a nice lady of 28years,i work with UNICEF as a social worker and am currently working for UNICEF in east africa called sudan now.

Am interested in your apartment and i would like to rent it as soon as possible because am coming for my holiday which may take atleast 3months and am ready to pay for it now.

Please send your full name and address and i would tell my personal assistant to send a cheque in your name and you would cash the cheque and deduct your money and send the change through western union to my personal assistant.

Please send all this information as soon as you see this message.I need the house now and am ready to pay for it now.Pls Reply now.

JANE MARK

Apart from the funny english and the insistence that I respond NOW, I'm thinking... She's going on a vacation in Mexico City for that "may take at least 3 months"? From Sudan? And she's ready to send me the money ASAP?

The best part is where I have to send the difference from the big "cheque" they send me back to them Western Union. Now that's FISHY.

I'm not alone, however. Check this out.

Letter to an Alcoholic

*sigh*

Dear Alcholic Roomie,

I want you to leave now. NOW. I don't care about where you go, about how much money you don't have, about the fact that you have no friends, or any of the other reasons you gave me for not being able to leave last night.

I have absolutely NO ROOM IN MY HEART for any kind of understanding or sympathy. Last week I did, but these weekend you ruined it by:

1. Having a party with a group of people who AREN'T your friends, who STOLE shit from all of us, and who conveniently live AROUND THE BLOCK from me.

You are an absolute idiot of a degree greater than I am capable of imagining. And I'm being nice to say that. I suppose I should mention that your drinking WILL destroy your life, but I suspect somewhere in the recesses of your mind you´re aware of that.

You seem like a good person, but I'm not renting the room to you so I can have a loser to take care of OR tolerate. You might consider going back to your family, so they can fuss over you, or just giving up drinking. 'Cause you can't have your cake and eat it too, I can guarantee you that.

I've never had to be this tough with anyone in my life. It doesn't feel so bad, but it's a shame I have to act like I can't stand you to get you to feel uncomfortable enough to leave. It's a shame every time I've seen you in the past two days I have to have the same conversation with you:

"When are you leaving? Why not? I don't care. Your problems don't matter to me. I want you to leave now. FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, get out of my house!"

Don't you feel shitty enough to leave yet? Or do I have to change the locks?

Hoping to see you for the very last time tonight,

Victoria

Ha! And you guys thought Why I Hate My Flatemate was bad!

Things Could Be Worse, Right?

There's really no point in even blogging about this anymore... I came home tonight after a lovely, relaxing and inexpensive day, to find my living room full of at least 6 teenagers I don't know, smoking and drinking beer, and my drunk drunk roomate.

They left, I yelled at him, and he drunkenly told me over and over again how I shouldn't have kicked them out.

They saved him from they police, who were giving him a hard time since he walked into the OXXO drunk.

I want him to leave NOW. NOW NOW NOW. This sucks more than anything has ever sucked in a long long time. Actually, it doesn't suck as bad as the first week post-op... and I guess it doesn't suck as bad as having to choose between Adolf and Paris...

Soon this will be over. Right?

Not only is my roomie a drunk; he's also a STALKER!

Yikes!!!

Bad-Roomie announced he was leaving Monday, and Wednesday he asked if he could stay after all, as long as everything is "under control".

I told him No. I pointed out to him that I hadn't kicked him out. He had decided to leave. And that I thought it best that he just stick to his decision. He agreed, and he will leave by the end of the month. Things have been calm since then - he seems to be focusing on working and laying low, and if he's drinkin', he's not doing it in the house.

However, I just found out NEW! informations!!! The
Noche en Guadalajara en Garibali he met a A, a friend of Good-Roomie. Bad-Roomie got her number.

A asked me, "Is he trying to hit on me or what?" I told her I didn't know, but that I thought he just didn't have alot of friends.

Good-Roomie saw A last night and it turns out Bad-Roomie has been calling her and sending her text messages every few days since they met - TWO WEEKS AGO. She hasn't really communicated back, except to apologize for being too busy to talk. That of course is a polite BRUSH-OFF, but hinting only works with normal folks.

He also apparently left a 3 minute song on her voice mail. I'm DYIN' to know what song it was!

I now feel it necessary to acknowledge that I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE WRONG ABOUT A PERSON SINCE FALLING FOR MY CRAZY EX. Those of you that know me know how wrong I was about that one.

Mercado de San Juan

I hung out with my friend Elis today. We went to eat and the mercado by Metro Salto del Agua, then we went to Chinatown, and then we went to the Mercado de San Juan - the one that's famous for all of its delicacies!













The coolest thing was that everyone was really friendly. Everyone was quite happy to let me take pictures, you could see they were used to it, and proud of their stock!