Emails from a crazy person

Tuesday, December 28, 2010
So I sort of predicted that the Bongo Jordy thing wasn't over. And..I was right.

Last time I wrote about him I had stopped responding to him and he had sent me a few more emails. Over 2 weeks later, I still haven't acknowledged him in any way, and the emails from him even stopped for about a week. But recently they've been back with a vengeance. So I'll post some here, summarize others, and ignore more. Whenever I start a new paragraph it means it's a new email. So, bask in the sheer volume, please.

For those of you on the official Bongo Jordy email list: there is a lot of new material here. Something for everyone!

OK you're mission if you choose to accept it is to make yourself into a human bomb and detonate yourself in a public place. And for your honourablity and bravery you will be rewarded with hundreds of virgins in a cloud like atmosphere. Good luck!

Last night (Monday) I screen a call from him. The voicemail says something to the effect of, "I'm so sorry about the messages. I want to get together with you. Sorry. Really sorry. Let's meet up. Call me. Sorry. Let me know. Sorry."

This morning when I woke up I had TWO more voicemails from him. The first one, in his words but shortened: "You talked to me before, you're rude not to answer my emails. I do not text. Texting is for teenagers. You're sexy, but this doesn't give you the right to not respond to my emails. I'm nice and I know what's up. If you're seeing some other dork, fuck that dork. I will give you Bahamas. I will give you love. Frankly, I just like you. I think it's fucked up that you're ignoring me. I'm the overall package."

The second: "Arielle, it's Jordan. Please call me back. I'm alone in the city and it sucks. I'm asking you for a little mercy. I'm a good guy. I'm smart. Call me. Bye."

Then when I got to work, a barrage of emails started. So yes, ALL of the emails below came TODAY. Also, one of my first orders of business at work today was to figure out how to block his number. This I did successfully.

I was really drunk I'm sorry about that, I went on a date, made out with her she drank to much, I drank to much she made me leave the bar after she came on to another Guy, and he started to hit on her, I got made, went outside slipped on my ass twice and spranged my ankle badly, then went home and called every girls number that I had(including the girl I went out with) and begged basically for theme to call me. Horrible night and Im sorry. But I sprang my ankle and fell on my ass twice, hard if its any consolation. Also I really think she took the Guy home,(he looked exactly like tiger woods) I swear he could have been his double, worse night I had in a long time.

And did you know Beethoven was deaf?


Also did you know that Jesus is the Messiah?

I don't drink too often, but when I do I tend to over indulge, which can send people the wrong message literally and figuratively. So I would like to apologize for my rash behavior and rather abrubt and random persistence which I'm sure you find unduly anoying and or frightening. I am a normal Guy before more than three drinks, tend to casually return into that state about 7 hours after initial consumption of the said alcohol in question. I would also like to note that I am nice person and very optimistic. I also feel I have a bright future that will be financially secure. I also plan to further my education by attending law school of which I am currently studying the pre-qualifing LSAT exam. Again sorry for abstrusive montage of letter, in which my hand though beligerant wrote. Thank you

So what I like the t.v show One Tree Hill, particularly the theme song, who doesn't right?

Back to Arielle talking! In this next email, Jordy tells me he's writing a screenplay called "The Lunch Club," and then proceeds to describe The Breakfast Club. FUNNY. Not.

And did you know Van Gough never sold a painting in his life.

Then he sent me another unsolicited picture (this is the 3rd) and GOD I AM SO NICE FOR NOT POSTING IT. I still think he's cute, actually. Too bad he's a crackhead/alcoholic.

I'm moving to Seattle if you want to come with me you can, we can get married, if not it was a pleasure not talking to you.

Ezra shmezra, he' a hypocrit Moses himself married an Ethiopian woman.


There's alot of oysters but no pearls.


Do you like the band third eye blind?

Then he sent me this picture, which I just don't get.


That was this afternoon. When I got home from work today I set up a filter on my Gmail account that not only sends his emails directly to my trash, but also sends him an auto-response saying that I'm no longer available at this email address.

Will he get the hint? Who knows. I used to be flattered by the attention but um...suffice to say I'm way past flattered and onto fully creeped out.

The twelve days of Chanukah

Tuesday, December 21, 2010
As I mentioned in my Santacon post, a ton of us Santa/elven folk were crowded onto a packed C train screaming the Twelve Days of Christmas at the top of our lungs. Now, I actually hate most things Christmas including Christmas music, but the drunkenness was upon me and I went with the moment. It got me thinking, however, about what a Twelve Days of Chanukah song might be like. So here's what I came up with. My fabulous friend Nancy helped me out with 3 and 4 when I got stuck. She is far wittier than I.

Before I begin, don't get all, "But there's only 8 days of Chanukah" up in my grill. I have yet to see anyone actually celebrate Christmas for 12 days. Between the song and those crazy advent calendars, this Jew thinks you people just made that shit up out of jealousy over our 8 crazy nights. "Oh yeah? 8 crazy nights? I'm going to tack 11 days on to Christmas right now! Take that! And you know what else? Let's extend it even further than 11 days and for every day you can eat a piece of chocolate! What up NOW, Jews!"

Anyway. The song.

On the first day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, a bottle of Manischewitz wine

On the second day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the third day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the fourth day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the fifth day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, fiiiiiiiive golden coins!
Four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the sixth day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, six children kvetching
Fiiiiiiiive golden coins
Four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the seventh day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, seven cantors singing
Six children kvetching
Fiiiiiiiive golden coins
Four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the eighth day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, eight yentas talking
Seven cantors singing
Six children kvetching
Fiiiiiiiive golden coins
Four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the ninth day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, nine candles burning
Eight yentas talking
Seven cantors singing
Six children kvetching
Fiiiiiiiive golden coins
Four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the tenth day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, ten people noshing
Nine candles burning
Eight yentas talking
Seven cantors singing
Six children kvetching
Fiiiiiiiive golden coins
Four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the eleventh day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, eleven latkes frying
Ten people noshing
Nine candles burning
Eight yentas talking
Seven cantors singing
Six children kvetching
Fiiiiiiiive golden coins
Four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trips
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

On the twelfth day of Chanukah my true love gave to me, twelve dreidels spinning
Eleven latkes frying
Ten people noshing
Nine candles burning
Eight yentas talking
Seven cantors singing
Six children kvetching
Fiiiiiive golden coins!
Four Loehmann's sales
Three guilt trip
Two matzah balls
And a bottle of Manischewitz wine.

Let's make this happen, fellow chosen people. Just like fetch. Making it happen.

Bongo Jordy: the end of an era

Thursday, December 16, 2010
If you haven't read part 1 of the Bongo Jordy story, read it here.

When we left off, Bongo Jordy was trying to tempt me over to his apartment on Saturday night by being creepy. Monday morning, I had this nice little apology email for all his cray cray:

Sorry about last night I was joking with you because you said you were drunk, I'm not some sexual pervert, tell you the truth I haven't done it in almost three years so I can manage it, just wanted to say I was joking and I'm sorry for being foolish. Really Im not one of those kinds of people, you know what I'm talking about nymphomaniacs or whatever. (SWOON CITY, obvi).

When I read that email I knew (okay, I knew before this, let's be real) that Bongo Jordy may in fact be certifiable and that I should stop responding to him. So I haven't acknowledged him at all since Saturday night but still, he persists. He then decided to email me his thoughts on...well, lots of things pop culture. Examples:

(After asking me when i was free so he could buy me a margarita somewhere): I know I'm no Harry Potter, but dammit if I can't pretend to cast spells with my magical wand in times square!

Ok also what's up that stupid movie Twilight, some stupid skinny white chick can't decide either to pick some rich English vampire or some stupid Indian ware wolf, I mean really and Indian that turns into wolf, what are you going to do with that, 'honey I need to go to store, can you turn into a giant wolf so you can run down there." Whereas the cool vampire has a bitchen audio with a dope house. Come on seriously she can't decide?

Oh and another thing, what's up with Woopi Goldberg? - she looks like some kind of rastafarian Buddhist. Really people want her view?

Okay, the Twilight email (there was another one that I opted out of posting) was sort of hilarious. Indian "ware wolf, "bitchen audio," I mean, COME ON. But still. Bongo Jordy, you're donezo.

I hadn't heard from him in awhile, but then Wednesday night I got this one:

Hey those messages were quite dumb, and I know there's a lot of different guys in the sea, but is not a man with fidelity worth more than rubies?

I mean...just stop.

That's all....for now. I sort of have the feeling that I haven't heard the last from Bongo Jordy.