New York…

Posted on May 3, 2012 by

is kicking my arse.

okay, not really. i love NY. but still.

i need NY breaks.

to see spaces that aren’t constantly inhabited by other people.

and to see an abode that isn’t 6000 dollars for a 5 by 8 cell.

whew. renttoodamnhigh here. seriously.

so i’m going home for the weekend. mostly to do a winter/summer clothes exchange and the other minor event of my little sister GRADUATING from Michigan State! woowoo. so proud of my Mini Me.

in other news, fiiiinally finished the school project that has actually been kicking my arse (notice the month-long interim between this post and the last). i’m still a bit upset at losing 2 weeks worth of revisions on it TWO WEEKS before it was due. but i finished, and that’s all that matters. now i shall await the rave reviews of my illustrious story-crafting and word-wielding skills. lol.

and yes, yes, for the tweeters and formspringers and emailers (i wish i was joking) that have been harassing me about Sliding Doors, it WILL be the next post. i intend to finish it on the way to Michigan.

and y’all better like it. lol.

love and light!

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How Garlic Saved My Life (or just my hair)

Posted on March 7, 2012 by

it started one day while i was in the shower, eyes closed to prevent the sudsy sting from the shampoo slathered in my fro, but mostly to emphasize the top-of-my-lungs performance i was giving along to Beyonce’s “Rather Be With You.”

i love that song. makes me want to do sexy things. lol

after my performance, i leaned back to rinse my hair, and upon opening my eyes, was shockingly met with the entire shower floor covered in long black strands, or more fittingly, clumps, of curly hair that had previously been hanging from my scalp.

my gut reaction was a scream. then tears. what was happening? WHY was so much hair rinsing out with the shampoo?! my mind immediately began thinking of worst case scenarios. after a many months-long stint of health problems, i had grown accustomed to assuming the worst. and so began a series of google searches, doctors visits, and product buying. it only seemed to get progressively worse. luckily for me, my hair was extraordinarily thick. unluckily for me, because my hair was so thick, no one took me seriously when i said there was something really, really wrong unless i brought a baggie full of hair to show them how much i’d lost that day. i’d touch my hair, it’d come out. every time i washed it, i lost handfuls and handfuls of hair.


frustration.

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my messy arse desk– an observation

Posted on February 24, 2012 by

her hands rose to her face wearily. bags carrying too many nights of missed rest settled beneath her brown eyes. she yawned, stuck one finger deep into her fro and scratched. sitting here was unproductive. it suddenly occurred to her that nothing about this desk or this small laptop said success; it was messy and unorganized, and deodorant sat next to a meant-to-be-discarded bluetooth, which was next to a butter knife slanted towards an opened silver nail file. she imagined the nail file the woman, the much larger butter knife a man, leaning in for the kiss. a blackberry atop a Dean Koontz novel watched in silently on their intimate moment. a rather snazzy black oval desk lamp hovered over the gathering of completely unrelated items that made up her desk mozaic, although shedding light on any of their stiuations would be nearly impossible with no lightbulb screwed into it. Continue reading →

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Dirty Thirty

Posted on February 14, 2012 by

bringing in 30 the right way

Thirty.

Ah yes, the big three-oh. The age when women start keeping track of ovulation cycles and mourning each egg lost during monthly visits. The time when a woman examines her face in the mirror and takes note of each wayward line and makes a promise to her (now obviously fragile) reflection to not laugh so hard anymore, and not be so quick to frown, as to prevent the new concern of the dreaded wrinkle taking the place of your once pleasantly filled in laugh lines. Or perhaps she looks at her barren ring finger, its only decoration the shimmery red polish gleaming from her fresh manicure.

And career. Thirty is the year where everyone looks back on what they planned to do, and measure it up with what they have actually done. When I was eighteen, by thirty, my life was supposed to be the picture of a happily married with two children, successful psychologist with a best-selling book on How To Be Awesome under her belt, and a company car.

With thirty showing up today, I can confidently say that I don’t suspect a company car, and certainly not a husband and two kids, will be my birthday present.

And you know what, I’m perfectly fine with that. Continue reading →

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Disheveled

Posted on January 31, 2012 by

it's like a jungle sometimes, makes me wonder...

there was a time in my life when i, in no uncertain way, strongly resembled a chicken with its head severed. this time was not that long ago, i’m slightly embarrassed to say. i literally had no concept of time; one day melted into the next, which dripped into the next week until i looked up and a month had trickled by without so much as one concrete accomplishment being checked off my to-do list.

i had a moment one day, pacing my apartment in the time between an art history class that i without fail fell asleep in each time i went, and an urban studies class taught by a Brad Pitt look-alike. a moment when i had to pause mid-pace, sit down, and ask myself “what are you doing?” Continue reading →

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Sleepy’s: Where Racism Happens

Posted on January 24, 2012 by

stupid sleepy's

sunday was freezing. i woke, looked out the window and saw that the visually exquisite, yet unpleasantly cold and potentially slippery coating of white on the trees and sidewalks had not disappeared since it arrived the day before. darn.

i was starving and not in the mood to cook, so beau and i decided to go to breakfast at IHOP, and then get groceries for him and fresh fruits and veggies for the 10 day fast i was about to start (today. yay!– more on that on a later date) unfortunately every other person in a five mile radius had the same idea, and so we were told that the wait was going to be about 20-25 minutes before we could be seated. i believe we were in the Bronx, and i’d never been to that particular side of town, so we bundled back up and wandered around the “Kingsbridge Shopping District” and came upon a store called Sleepy’s that sells mattresses and furniture, or so i thought.

we walked in the store and i was slightly disappointed to see a big open room full of mattresses, but with time to kill, there was no harm in looking around anyway. i saw an older white man to my right walking towards us, and beau nodded pleasantly and informed him we were just looking around. his response? a highly sarcastic “for what.” Continue reading →

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