Joy

That's what I get from my two Mariahs....one is this fabu Australian mix (yes, I'm still playing Christmas carols) and the other is my waitress down the block. Red hair, freckles, and happens to be living in an apartment that was next to mine, 2E! Her new husband (they were married in Jamaica last month) told off The Senator and his wife, Mr and Mrs Barry. Two people who are sooo fucked up--and they loved to sneer down at me and my parents, naturally.

I told Mariah that truth about him, his rotten childhood (his BIOLOGICAL mommy put him in an orphanage at age 4 because she didn't want him and he was fully aware of this) and that he basically has no humility now because he was humiliated then. He's ashamed of his average children, too, and empty marriage, so the constant push for him to get M and her new hubby to buy what is a shitty apartment in that rotten building is his claim to "power". Like, puhhlease. That building has almost gone into bankruptcy 5 times and the bank owns half of it. I dished all the ugly dirt about him and his hysterectomied wife (the reason she's so miserable) having the knowledge and history of 24 years. Since M is 24, this was news she needed to hear. I told her to hate him all she wants because her life is new, young, fresh and filled with promise. He's just the president of a bank. He wears suits, snobbishly judges people and hasn't cracked a smile since...1982? No matter what, he'll always hate M back. That's how he is. He refuses to say hello to me when I see him. I make it a point to look him dead in the eye and ask him how he is. He can't STAND answering me. I LOVE THIS. Everyone needs an enemy to keep 'em going.

"You just made me feel so much better, " she said.

Good. Glad to be of help. Gotta stop the hating, assholes! We're gonna keep on going.

Joy to the World, indeed.