Morning Commute

If the children who make their way to classrooms across this city are our future then I'm currently considering jumping off a cliff. Was I like this when I was in highschool? These children make me want to sell my uterus on EBay.

Valentine's Day

I've recently relocated to a city in the Mid West. I literally left everything in a matter of days for a great opporunity to reinvent myself. So far so good. In the midst of this transition i've had to leave behind everything including my Valentine.

If my princess was here I would make her breakfast in bed. On the menu would be chicken and red velvet waffles.

In stead of doing that tomorrow i'll just send her a million text messages, emails, and make several phone calls to tell her what a special place she has in my life.

The Universe

Sometimes you have to just put it in the universe and leave it there. I put some things out there and i'm patiently waiting on the return.

I'll keep you posted...

SN: I've been thinking about blogging again. Maybe i'll return to this space...

Born on Thursday

He told me that he and his wife just celebrated the birth of his daugher on Thursday.
He was born on Thursday.
Somewhere between today and Thursday my fantasy died.

You're Always on My Mind

I havent blogged in a gang of Sundays. I miss this place. I miss hearing my voice in this spot.

I was cleaning out my email folders the other day and I came across an email from 2 years ago. I saved it because I wanted to remember who I was and how far I had come. When I opened it I got physically ill. I was at work and I couldn't run anywhere. I had to face what the email said. I tried to read it in its entirety but I couldn't. I wasn't a coward. I just realized I had come so far and I didn't want to go back.

I wanna raise my glass to the struggle! I appreciate it and what it did for me!

I'm not Impressed

A few weeks ago I was driving to work and I heard Darryl Strawberry talking about his new book. Tom and the crew asked several questions about his addiction, baseball, and his future. At the end he plugged his book and said that he had been clean for 3 years. Tom and company congratulated him before he went to his commercial break.

In the late 80s and early 90s I was a HUGE baseball fan. During that time if you liked baseball then you LOVED Darryl Strawberry. He like so many athletes let their fans down by their ignorant behavior off the field.

I'm glad that he's "got his life together" after so many failed attempts. What annoyed me to no end was that Tom, Sybil, and J congratulated him for being clean for 3 years. Fcuk that! I've been clean my entire life and no one ever congratulated me! Why is everyone excited about Darryl doing what you're supposed to do? That's like congratulating a father for being a father. Darryl get over yourself! I have no sympathy for you!

The only thing that separates me from a crackhead is that I said no.

Club Crazies

I thought that if you hung out in a club you should only frolic in VIP. And that's what I did this past weekend. I put on my finest threads, did my make up, and found a comfy spot on the white couch. On my way to check my makeup I met this youngun' named Joel (f*%k changing his name).

Joel and I exchange pleasentries but half way through the conversation he says something out of pocket. I quickly explain that boo boo I have a real job and this is Armani (well only Armani Exchange...but he didn't know that)I'm wearing and not Forever 21. He quickly apologizes and explains that he's trying to break into the movie business and he is a senior @ the local college. I give him my number and head back to the Goose (I prefer Ketel but what can you do).

That night he sends me a text and I respond the following morning.

Let me back track for a second...I have tried to date younger guys in the past but they tend to give me a headache because these little girls they deal with don't have standards. Which means that going to Fridays is an acceptable first date...NO!

Last night I forgot to turn off my phone and this morning I wake up to a text from Joel. The time stamp said 3:47. It read "whassup? I'm trying to see you tonight". Motherfucker have you lost your motherfucking mind? 3:47?! *sigh* These children are not the business!

After I brushed my teeth I deleted his number and vowed to not give out my number to anyone under 30 again.