I have a somewhat annoying friend who wants me to travel with her on the fourth of july weekend. That's a long time from now. I'm not even in the summer mindset yet. I'm tired. So all I can think to do that weekend is maybe lying on a beach somewhere with a book in one hand and drink in another. She wants to "explore." But then, do I really need to spend a heap of money and travel far distances to do lie on a beach with a book and a drink? Not really. I live in fucking California, 30 minutes from the coast. I can do that for a half a tank of gas, honestly. Yes, it'd be nice to see Jamaica, or Martha's Vineyard, or travel to some other far off place, but my garage door needs fixing, my toilet is leaking, and I just got a partial tuition bill for $3400 and some odd change, on top of a handful of other things on my plate. So I'm really not in the mood to think about travel. I'm exhausted. My new job is making me earn my paycheck (although I still love it more than any other job I've ever had), and my accelerated course schedule at school is sort of wearing on my patience. I'm old. And did I mention that I'm tired? I need to rest my brain every now and then. Oh, and to top it off I've been sort of marathon dating like a damn fool. Only because the guy I've been seeing can't give me all that I need (I wont go into detail, but yeah) and I need to find someone who can before I get hurt. On Sunday I had two dates and on Saturday I spent the whole day with the guy I've been seeing. I got home and my house needed cleaning but I had no energy or time because I had to turn in another paper before midnight. I'm doing too, much, right? Right. So this trip that my shrill-voiced homegirl wants me to go on is the last thing that I want to think about right now. I'd honestly rather not think anymore at all. I've been doing too much of it. Thinking about my part time boo, my dates, my education, and my new job, which I love, has been more than enough. I'm tired! I simply desire to veg out somewhere whenever I have time to spare. Not argue with this annoying woman over where to spend the fourth of fucking july. Smh. And to top it off I think someone stole my new ipod. Ugh! And the African guy I went on two cheap dates with tried to kiss me. Yuck!! I'm just disgusted and annoyed. And I don't know what to do about it.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Friday, November 29, 2013
I told him I wouldn't miss him. I lied. It's been about a week and I do, in fact, miss him. Man, the heart is such a complicated organ. I keep thinking that all I need to do is find my dream guy. Nobody perfect because perfection doesn't exist, just as long as he fits about 75-80% of my KAL (Kameelah Ass List), and I'll be good. I won't miss *him. It's strange how things work out. I never expected this. But that's life, right? Fiction has to make sense, life never does. Anyway, I miss his arms around me, his voice in my ear, hands in my hair, his baby soft skin and scent. I miss him babbling on and on about some story of his life, and he has many. Were he a book, he'd be a great read in bed on a rainy day like today. I can visualize his hand gestures and they make me smile. I told him that I loved his mannerisms and he smiled. I told him that his skin would make babies jealous and he smiled big, then, too. Then when he told me that absence makes the heart grow fonder I told him "out of sight, out of mind." That might've been harsh but I needed to protect this big clunky organ in my chest somehow. At that time, the shit was sitting precariously on my damn sleeve, threatening to leap off as we sat in his car discussing us. Us, a situation still with no explanation. So I try to spend my days and nights fantasizing about my dream guy, wherever he is, and how comforting life with him will be. I won't have to miss him because he'll be here with me more often than not, and I wont have to protect my heart from him because he will be its guardian. And that's what I tell myself to keep from missing *him. He has prompted me to update my KAL and here it goes (in no particular order):
between 33 and 49 years old
already a father with 1 child, or children over the age of 12 OR doesn't want children
non smoker
social drinker if he drinks at all
is okay with dogs
is kind and generous, not cheap
chivalrous, a gentleman
intelligent
confident
hardworking
strives for more from life, isn't content with little or nothing
decent earning potential, which is well above minimum wage
no exorbitant debt
the ability to comfortably pay his bills with some to spare
open minded
supportive
easy going
believes in a creator but isn't fanatical about it
has integrity
is caring and not cruel to anyone or any creature
isn't a wimp
isn't a video game fanatic
adores me :)
has a similar sense of humor and loves to make me laugh
is at least 5'11, not overweight
handsome (ability to grow hair on his head, no acne, no skin discoloration, no bad scarring or keloids, etc.)
no feminine
no squeaky voices
is a protector
a motivator
takes care of his responsibilities
understands the meaning of the phrase "happy wife, happy life"
is good in bed and aims to please
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
No complaints
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
It's complicated, part 2
Sunday, November 10, 2013
It's complicated
Monday, October 21, 2013
I'm having the best month of my life
October 4th, I got a new job; a GREAT job! which includes:
- a promotion, complete with new title
- a pay increase
- all medical, dental, vision, etc. = PAID FOR by the company
- 5 minutes from my house. I can ride my bike to work :)
- fantastic boss, the complete opposite of my former boss
- 100% tuition reimbursement (WHAT!?!? yes)
Oct 9th, quit my old job
Oct 11th, started back talking to an old friend who turned out to be a fantastic Mr. Right Now
Oct 12th, went on a fantastic date w/ Mr. Right Now
Week of Oct 14th - multiple lunch dates and happy hours w/ coworkers and friends
Oct 16th, received my acceptance letter into a program that I'd applied for
Oct 17th, ended my 2.5 year drought
Oct 19th, worked on eradicating that drought some more (it's gone!)
Oct 20th, went to church to thank God
Oct 20th, found a fantastic dog park with a new friend
Oct 21st, got an appointment for my exit interview
and coming up:
Oct 26th, two Halloween parties and a BANGING costume
Oct 28th, begin the new job :D
I am OVER THE MOON right now! Never in my life have I had so many great things happen to me back to back, in such short order. And I begin my new job on the 28th :) God is truly good.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Ramble
I don’t mean to be difficult. Truly, I don’t. But I suspect that maybe since I’m not a passive woman by nature that some men perceive me as difficult. I don’t bow down, I don’t walk behind, I am not agreeable just to be pleasing. I speak, I want to be heard, not loudly because I don’t like yelling. It fucks up my singing voice and I like to sing…in the car, the shower and while I’m cooking and cleaning. But I am, deep down, very good and extremely loving, yet I won’t mind it much if I piss you off with my opinion. If you’re worth it, you recognize that it’s just an opinion and those are changeable. My heart is big and capable. So, yeah, I hope I don’t give them all the wrong impression of me. Not the good ones, at least. Not the ones I’d actually care to get to know. But I think, also, that if I am moved to get to know someone that they likely have a personality that wouldn’t find mines to be difficult. I’m not for everybody, though. I am ambitious and confident…at times. Insecure sometimes, too. Not arrogant, unless I need to be, which is usually just a front. I am curious about the world and finding my way in it requires me to ask questions, speak up, go, do, and allow people to see me as I am. And the men that intrigue me are the ones who aren’t threatened by my curiosity and confidence and desire to be free. They welcome those things about me. Not that I am completely untraditional or a threat to traditional values. I am traditional, to a degree. But in the sense that men and women protect and love one another and neither is the head or the foot. They sharpen one another, make each other better, and no one is in charge of the other in a perfect relationship. In my opinion, at least. Until and unless I can find that I will remain alone. I’d rather remain alone than be someone’s garbage receptacle. I wonder if there is someone who gets that.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
This morning, as my family and I were getting ready to head out to the beach for a Labor Day picnic, my niece had just watched her boyfriend leave her house when she heard gunfire. She ran outside in a panic, worried that Jamal had been hit. What she found was a faceless boy lying on the sidewalk. She said she couldn't recognize him at all, his face was completely gone and she was overcome with shock and tears. Then she noticed his shoes and realized it was a good friend of hers, a friend of her boyfriends as well. This all happened before noon today. According to my neice, he was 16 and had recently been kicked out of his parents' home and was trying to find himself. The news says that he was 17. No matter, he was a child and he was gunned down in cold blood in broad daylight on the street. Naturally, everyone was shook up and sad. Jamal, my niece's boyfriend vomited. My mother's first instinct was to get them away from there as quickly as possible. The police had the street blocked off so we had to pick Jamal up from 7-11. We kept our plans to go to the beach and, although our hearts were darkened today, we did our best to uplift one another with love. I think the ocean helped as well. They smiled and laughed a lot as waves knocked us all around. RIP Charles.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Kendrick Lamar reminds me of my youth. I grew up around, dated, and crushed on boys like him. Listening to him is like listening to all of black L.A. Reminding me of Eric/Deluxe from FBI crew who tagged my name all over businesses up and down Jefferson, that boy whose name I can't remember who was friends with Crystal's boyfriend and got shot in the head that night when I was in the 10th grade, right in front of us. Crystal couldn't stop talking about the "yellow oozing" from his head, no matter how many times we told her to shut up. Chris riding around all day on his BMX. Dorsey football games. Ditching class and walking to McDonald's. Rogers Park. Skate Land USA. Taco Pete! Man, I loved the beef burritos at Taco Pete. I remember the time this drunk couple left their baby at that taco stand, lol. Willowbrook Park and Lil Rob having a crush on me in 6th grade but I was scared of him and his super gangstered-out family. Mona and Kaniesha. Marion and her jheri curl. Crystal and Trecie. Highland Elementary. World on Wheels. Carver Elementary. 24th Street School. Crenshaw on Sunday's. The Fox Hills Mall on Saturdays, ALL day long until closing. We'd stand outside huddled in the cold at 9pm waiting for Crystal's mom, Willetta to come and pick us up. And I found boys like Kendrick to be cute. They liked me too. Mm hm. As a matter of fact, he kind of looks like Rodarryl's little brother, Roc (Rocshaundrick). Listening to Kendrick is like listening to home. I get happy feelings. I am reminded of my life and where I came from, who I am, and where I always fit in. My son, who was raised in Pasadena, just don't know.
Saturday, August 17, 2013
I went to see Beyonce in Vegas last month. Great show. Worth seeing at least once but I doubt I'd pay to see her again anytime soon. Maybe in another 15 years or so when she's a legend? I don't know. I've always been more of a fan of her business sense, work ethic and determination more than her music. So once was enough for moi. Vegas, on the other hand, I am absolutely done with. I'm so sick of Vegas it's not even funny. Just a bunch of casinos in the middle of the hot desert and I don't even gamble. I've seen every hotel and casino and stayed in most of them, and I'm not a party girl so there is absolutely no novelty to Vegas for me. I'm pretty sure that was my last time going for a very long time, if ever again. Someone that I'm fond of will have to be getting married or celebrating something special there for me to ever venture to the desert again. I'm over it.
Went to see Letters From Zora today at the Pasadena Playhouse and cried at the end. I love Zora Neal Hurston so much and Vanessa Bell Calloway did a great job portraying her. She lived a full life absolutely worth remembering and celebrating. I think I may read "Their Eyes Were Watching God" again. I haven't read it in years.
Oh, and I've been going to drag queen bingo just about every month now but I think I may give it a rest. The proceeds are said to go to AIDS research so I never really felt bad about spending the $20 on my bingo cards or the extra money on food and drinks but I'm sick of not winning, lol. I won once but it was a tie and the other woman broke the tie (suspiciously). So I'm over bingo, as well.
And that's pretty much what's been going on with me...sort of.
Went to see Letters From Zora today at the Pasadena Playhouse and cried at the end. I love Zora Neal Hurston so much and Vanessa Bell Calloway did a great job portraying her. She lived a full life absolutely worth remembering and celebrating. I think I may read "Their Eyes Were Watching God" again. I haven't read it in years.
Oh, and I've been going to drag queen bingo just about every month now but I think I may give it a rest. The proceeds are said to go to AIDS research so I never really felt bad about spending the $20 on my bingo cards or the extra money on food and drinks but I'm sick of not winning, lol. I won once but it was a tie and the other woman broke the tie (suspiciously). So I'm over bingo, as well.
And that's pretty much what's been going on with me...sort of.
Friday, August 16, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
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