What the F*%# ?

No sooner do I post about prostitutes on Craigslist and about how Johnnie Law looks the other way than a bunch of chicks get busted in Braintree for soliciting on Craigslist.

Officially, I applaud any law enforecement agency that earns its paycheck but isn't this like shooting fish in barrel? Come on. I could pose as a prostitute, arrange to meet my johns (I know the lingo!) and call the cops when they show up to arrest them but should I get a medal for it?

This just seems like a waste of taxpayers time. If they had busted up some sex-slave ring which exploited illegal immigrant women (which I am completely opposed to by the way), I would consider that a job well done. A bunch of bored housewives having sex with guys at the Days Inn in Braintree is just so not on my list of gripes. Now if the Braintree police could get rid of the beggars that yell shit at me whe I refuse to give them quarters every time I walk through Downtown Crossings, I'd be totally psyched!

Since you asked...

Just checked my Blog Stats and one lonely viewer was referred to my site after doing a Google search for "Craigslist Prostitution Police Boston". What am I, the Crimebeat?

Anywho, it turns out I actually do have some information on this topic. I once spoke to a prostitute (long story involving the Bristol Lounge and, you guessed it, copious amounts of alcohol) who gets clients on Craigslist who relayed the following: one of her best clients is a Boston cop who told her not to worry about getting arrested as long as she stays on-line. The Boston police only go after the girls who solicit in public places.

That's all I know. Hope this helps.

Sox Go!

The Sox loss last Friday means the early departure of my favorite neighbor, Bronson Arroyo.
Very sad day. The moving trucks pulled up to my building this morning to shuttle he and his wife's possesions to, I am sure, warmer climes.
I actually respect the fact that they live on the 4th floor rather than one of the 9th floor penthouses with a view and private roof deck. Can't say most professional atheltes would be content in such on-flashy digs.
Oh well. Here to hoping that, next year, he has to stick around until November. Go Sox!

On my best behavior

Just got back from Vermont and I have to lay off the sauce as my significant other is running a half-marathon tomorrow at 8 am. I really don't want to be the slightly nauseated girl friend with puffy eyes left behind as my boyfriend takes off running with perky fit blonde girls. I want to be the stunning how-can-she-look-that-good-so-early-girl as my boyfriend takes off running with perky blonde fit girls.

How does one pass a Saturday night unaccompanied by her friends Sam Adams and Stella Artois (lovely companions both)? Sigh.

Must share a shot of my absolutely stunning new bamboo floor (and one Badass Siamese)! The condo just rocks at this point and there is just nothing more to add. The beauty speaks for itself.

Another Lovely Day in Chinatown

Very exciting day here at the office. I am wearing a really sharp suit I bought in Rome three years ago. The zipper on the skirt broke the second time I wore it and I just got it fixed in August. I carted the un-wearable skirt during two house moves and finally made it worthwhile. Oh the joys of temporary periods of non-laziness!!

Another downside of working in Chinatown is the live poultry place across the street. This place would make me absolutely swear off chicken if I wasn't already a vegetarian. At approximately 8:30 every morning, the hapless chickens pull up in an open truck (so they have a good view of the traffic on their journey) and are unloaded. During the unloading process, copious amounts of chicken-doo and feathers are spread all over the sidewalk which is immediately hosed down as soon as the empty truck pulls away.

Now I have walked by this place a million,, stomach turning times but today was the worst. I usually cross the street before I get to the poultry store just so I don't have to see the chickens but today I forgot. I was directly in front of the open door when I heard a baby uttering short, staccato cries followed by a "thwack" and silence. Then I heard it again. It was the friggin' chickens! They squawk right before their heads are chopped off because they know what is about to happen! Just an awful way to start the day. For me and the chickens. Makes me miss Post Office Square, big time.

One Last "Bush-ism" for the Road

William J. Bennett resigned from some company today and released this statement:

"I am in the midst of apolitical battle based on a coordinated campaign willfully distorting myviews, my record, and my statements. Given the controversy surrounding theremarks I made on my radio show, I am stepping down from my positions at K12,so that neither the mission of the company, nor its children, are affected,distracted, or harmed in any way."

The company has children? Whaa?

Agony of Defeat

Biggest failure this year: Signed up for a half marathon I cannot possibly finish.

The BAA Half Marathon is this Sunday and, as the summer started out with so much promise, I coughed up $45 dollars to register for it. Usually, the way I motivate to run is to sign up for races I have to train for and I beat myself up into running. Didn't work this time though; haven't run in 8 weeks.

So, it's sort of a blah day around here. I feel fat and ate my lunch at 11:20 because god forbid I go 3 hours without eating. Geez, with all this whining, I think I need to call a "whaa-ambulance"!