ZlataFirstThoughts for 2009

I've been embarking in a quest to purchase a piece of real estate in New York City. Obviously, this will be somewhat of a lengthy journey, given a) I'm not rich and b) I'm high maintenance when it comes to a home. Nonetheless, when speaking to my broker about what my "type" of apartment is, I came to realize that, much like my taste in men, I don't particularly have a type. The questionnaire that followed from said broker was fairly humorous to me, as I saw the parallels between her questions and that of a dating website: 1) Uptown or downtown? Translation: Tall or Short? 2) Studio or One-Bedroom? Translation: Do you like to be smothered or do you need your space? 3) Pre-war or Post-War/Modern? Translation: Do you prefer baggage or lack thereof? 4) Do you need a place that can house pets? Translation: Would you be willing to date me AND my animal?
I just think that when I see a place, I'll know it's "for me" -- much like when I meet the right person. Therefore, in 2009 -- I'm going to manage expectations and explore all options. Am I talking about real estate, men or both??

I'm pretty sure also that laziness has taken on a life of its own. It used to be that laziness referred to not wanting to do any particular physical challenge (i.e. doing dishes, laundry, cleaning, etc.) Recently, my friend offered me a link on YouTube to watch. I requested he email it to me so I can view it at a later point. His response? "I'm too lazy." I mean, REALLY?! Since when can laziness be justified when dealing with technology? Isn't that some sort of oxymoron?

Last night, I heard something come out of a man's mouth that I have never, ever heard before. I had some people over late-night after balls dropped and boobs bounced. I was sitting in living room and overheard my two guy friends chatting. Guy 1 says to the other, "Do I look fat in this sweater?" I had to cut in. "Excuse me," I said. "But did you really just ask if you look big in your outfit? Do guys really do that?" It was an unconventional question as far as I'm concerned, but a trip into the male psyche is not something I usually pass up. I really need some feedback from men here -- are you all secretly complaining about ladies asking "Am I fat?" but really are just huge hypocrites, or was Guy 1 an anomoly?

What's the deal with rappers and their drug problems? Not that I think doing certain drugs is a problem, but getting caught with a lot of them in your car sure is.
I was watching this documentary on Lil Wayne (I have a fascination with him) and then took the liberty of a little Wikipedia action. I was shocked to learn that a year ago, he was arrested coming in from Mexico with the following in his vehicle: 105 grams of pot, 29 grams of coke, 41 grams of MDMA and $22k in cash. He was charged with four felonies: posession of narcotic drug for sale, possession of dangerous drugs, misconduct inolving weapons and possession of drug paraphernalia. (Let's just stick with those facts as I delve deeper into this. I'm going to not even get INTO the fact that he plead not guilty.) What I want to know is HOW IS THIS GUY STILL SO FUCKING COOL? How does he still get nominated (and win) 600 Grammy's?? I mean, props to him for getting himself out of this bullshit, but we look up to him and his talent. I'm sure I can find you a druggie who has a record WORSE than him who is locked up for a long time. How do these people manage to get out of these situations? Is it money? Maybe -- but why do we still have respect for them?

Finally - perhaps the most important initial ZLATATHOUGHT for 2009:
By NO means does the following blog reflect any of the author's actions. It is simply an observation.

As a single woman living in the tri-state area, you get to have a lot of experiences with all different types of men. Sometimes, you meet someone completely random out at a bar or the like, and you hit it off -- This equation of having similar interests, a physical chemistry and some alcohol, makes for an interesting night out. The same could be said for that of a mutual friend, albeit I reckon it's a bit easier on the conscious when one of your friends already knows, is friends with (and thus would approve of) your prey for the night.

But, I recently got to thinking that I would much rather go to bed alone, than wake up with a puzzle piece memory and the stereotypical feelings a girl would have after such an escapade. Of course, being twenty-something in the city, single and having only one life to live - you have to sometimes put your morals and values aside. Afterall, you really are only young once and should be living in the moment - doing whatever makes you feel "alive" at that time -- you know, and all that bullshit.