Random Thoughts About Me


Here's what I've figured out so far:

10

I love to lose myself in a good book, usually while I'm supposed to be doing something else (like eating) or in transit (on the subway). It makes me forget that I'm eating what I'm supposed to, not what I want to or that I have to stand up on a crowded local uptown train all the way home.


9

I love it when I cook or bake anything and it comes out perfectly (and it rarely ever doesn't because I'm just that amazing in a kitchen).


8

I love soaking all day long at the Russian-Turkish baths with Mario, my favorite Metrosexual. (…and yes, I'm going to get you my special cream…)


7

I love pretending to be Godzilla and (mud)wrestling with my brother Ramon's kids. It's always such a surprise to meet children that are bright, remarkably well-behaved and fun. It's even more of a surprise when they are related to me.


6

I love Tex-Mex but unfortunately I love the dishes that I can't find anywhere else except Texas (like migas, my absolute favorite).


5

I have never been able to stomach people who let their dogs lick them on the mouth or eat off of their dishes and silverware or wallow all over the sheets and whatnot and expect me to come over for dinner or make out with them, or whatever. And then I get a lecture about how clean the dog is, how the dog doesn't have any fleas, how he's a part of the family. Oh, God. Spare me, please. Here's my deal: dogs outside, people inside. If you have a dog that's all over everything and I'm hanging out with you at your house on a regular basis, it means that I love you very much.


4

I actually like dogs.


3

I love girls night out with my galpals but I particularly love black girls night out. When it's on and cracking, there isn't much going anywhere in the world that's more fun.


2

I don't like to hang out. It's always such a big fat hassle and its hardly ever any fun. I'd rather stay home and watch movies all day in my underwear, and practice guitar.


1

I generally don't like people. It's because I'm an extremely shy person and it's very difficult for me to extend myself to people that I don't know. The simplest social exchanges require a Herculean effort for me. When I was very little, I was so shy that I would cry whenever anyone would simply speak to me. That's why everyone in the church we attended at the time called me "The Wailing Prophetess." I am not lying. No one believes how painfully shy I am because I'm a performer. When I know I have to deal with people, I assert myself and become fairly gregarious. But it's hard work for me. Deep down, I usually don't want to be there. Every once in awhile, I meet someone that's interesting but for the most part, I'd rather not be bothered. And I mean that with every fiber of my being.



 
 


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