It’s been 2-months since we’ve seen any new pictures of Rojo Caliente. A bright light in my life has been dark for nearly 2 fucking months! The other day, I was in Duane Reade and I kept staring at a “fun size” box of Hot Tamales. I wanted to run away with the box to Home Depot, where it would teach me how to use a power tool or some shit. A box of Hot Tamales isn’t the same as Rojo Caliente, but I’m fucking desperate! Thankfully, a beloved reader named Erin fed my craving with this Rojo sighting:
I saw Rojo Caliente walking hand in hand with her less well known other today. Yeah, its NYC, so no biggie. However, I live in Inwood, all the way in upstate Manhattan, and there they were, walking on Park Terrace West at Isham St., where I live! The funny thing is that all I could think of was, “there is Cynthia Nixon and Rojo Caliente. “ I can’t even remember Rojo’s other name! At any rate, I’m guessing they might be looking to buy a place up here, because it’s very trendy and very lovely. The only other possibility is that there was some kind of event up here in one of the parks.
Don’t ask me how Erin didn’t suffer third degree burns from being that close to Rojo! She didn’t get any pictures, but I’ll take what I can get! And if they’re moving to Inwood, then Park Terrace West here I fucking come!
You know, I should run down to the police station right now. I’m sure Rojo is just pulling up to file a restraining order against me. I can’t help it! I’m addicted to fire and I want to get burned!