Sunday, November 29, 2009

"The Kind of Gift We Have"

So I'm writing a short story. Actually, I've already written one. My sisters and I have decided to put our genius to use via short stories. I'm going to write more and I have great ideas about what to write! The first one was inspired by this story I read on about African Albino children, it straight broke my heart in two. It's really amazing how a tiny 300 word glimpse into a different life from yours can inspire you to jump into another reality, another time and place. That's exactly what happened here...

I'm nervous about posting it here, though, maybe later.



Saturday, November 28, 2009


So I really just sank to a new low in my life. I just watched 4 youtube videos of people rapping "Sittin' on a toilet" while sitting on a toilet. How did this happen to me? How did I get sucked into such a vortex of stupidity? Of waste? I can for SURE find better things to do with my life, right?! With my mind, with my heart, with my attention, with my talent I can take over. Like seriously, take over. I can do it. I can. And I will.

Starting, now.

On another completely unrelated note, I used to be obsessed with Jonathan Taylor Thomas (I would never desecrate his name by using "JTT"). That boi was making BANK at one time! And with all the stuff of his that I bought, I probably straight bought one of his houses (this is the 13 yr old in me assuming he has multiple homes in fantastic locations around the world). And where is he now? Nowhere to be seen. He shows up in stupid shows on the CW here and there, but no more big screen gems like Home for the Holidays. It's not fair, he was great. Long live Jonathan Taylor Thomas!

Friday, November 6, 2009

I am feeling like...

minutes: 2:38-3:18 of Playing Possum (Maxwell, BLACKsummer's Night)

Saturday, October 10, 2009

Did I do that?

Oops. Guys I think I messed up. I went out last night, did NOT have dinner and did have 4 drinks. Doesn't seem like a lot, but yall already know it's a lot for muah. I don't feel so hot today and I probably said some dumb stuff, hopefully these things shall be forgotten by all who had to bare witness.


On to more pleasant things. I finished Love. The book was deep, seeping in emotional challenges which is great and all but...umm...well. I read that whole dog-gone thing and one of the main characters died, but I don't know which one! Like I straight up couldn't figure it out. I'm sure T. Morrison wanted it that way, but dayum! It's furrowed my brow for long enough! I want to know. Couldn't she at least have put it in small font at the bottom of the page!?!? I'm getting the Cliff Notes to find out.



Wednesday, October 7, 2009

"All that tenderness coming out of the sea..."

I'm reading Love by Toni Morrison and it's really incredible. It's a look at the fiery relationships that exist within a family of Black American royalty. When the sole patriarch dies, his loyal women (wife, assistant, granddaughter and lovers) are left to fend for themselves and their entitlement to his fortune. The loving father, husband and employer always took care of everyone to the best of his ability, except the absence of a sound will. But there was something missing, an emptiness within that allowed him to fill it with a too-young wife (11 when they were married) and countless affairs. I haven't finished the book, but one sentence has had me reeling, when describing the man and his new wife parting from a lover's embrace in the waves of the sea, Morrison's narrator describes her fascination/heartbreak. The narrator notes that it must have been something else that brought tears to her eyes not "all that tenderness coming out of the sea..." What a beautiful sentence! To think that tenderness is even bred in the sea! And then to be able to release it upon the world? Why would the sea do that? What a wondrous and giving sea. I think I should visit seas more often. Every girl should try a little tenderness...

It only takes a sentence.



Friday, September 25, 2009

I'm sayin...

All I wanna do this weekend is have fun and ride my bike. See! That's my bike above! :)

*I guess this should be a Twitter update instead of a blog entry, but I'm not really feelin' that.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Yo! So I think I might be on to something. Actually, I think people of the old world were on to something: Arranged marriage. Hear me out, so I've been talking to a lot of different people on this subject and I've really developed a soft spot for it. Let's review the facts:

Arranged marriage (also called prearranged marriage) is a marriage arranged by someone other than the couple getting wedded, curtailing or avoiding the process of courtship.

Fact: Dating sucks

Fact: At some point in a relationship you start to notice, accept, resent and ignore the idiosyncrasies of a person and you have to make a decision on whether or not you can live/deal with these issues. In dating, the answer is always a resounding, NO

Fact: Your parents are probably right about the person you should be with

Fact: You don't really know a person until you live together, but what's the purpose of living together unless you're married or on the fast track to getting married? There is no purpose.

So what this really comes down to is that if you bypass all the bullshit of dating and go straight to the living together and marriage, you won't have the opportunity to hate each other's small faults with the opportunity of breakup! And, you can stop the dating process immediately. And, AND you can be with someone your mom likes! Score. According to me, and lots of my closest people, there aren't many negatives to arranged marriages, except the whole not knowing the person at all and the initial jitters of sleeping with someone on the first date, and the first date being your wedding day. Don't hate on this idea, it just might be the hottest Sh#t on the scene tomorrow.*

*Please excuse everything you've read above, I'm having a weird week.



Friday, September 18, 2009

Anxiousness Becomes Her...

I'm going out right now. F*ck it. No more waiting. I'm gonna leave...

Right now, I'm gonna leave.

See, I'm going...

Because to tell you the truth this anxiousness is killing me. So, I need distraction. I'll go out with the homies, have a few and enjoy a beautiful night. Yup. It will be great!


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Luminary: A person of prominence or brilliant achievement.

Who are the luminaries in my life? I don't think I have one! My mom I guess, she's pretty great. I feel like most of the people closest to me are working towards their luminance and not in their full fledged luminessence*. And where do I fit in in this? Can I consider my personal growth of luminate* proportions? Probably not. Not yet that is. However, with the discovery of this new word in my life I've taken a great liking to it and I will try to work towards its definition. Beyond this new gem of a word, I've also decided that we're alll soooo little in this world, that what we do day-to-day: our jobs, our responsibilities, our errands, our phone calls, our hobbies, our emergencies are really not much in the scheme of things. Let's try to be bigger than what we are! Let's reach beyond what we can see, towards only what we can imagine. With outreached arms anything can be let in. Something to think about...

See! I'm blogging more often, as promised. Yay!

*If it's not a word, it IS now. Don't correct me, I'm new


Monday, September 14, 2009

No Rules.

In life you should try to live with no rules. I take that back. You should try to live only by your OWN rules, well those and God's. Let me just get to the point. In matters of the heart, you should go with the flow and do what feels right. Why? Because it's easy, stress free and will probably allow you the most fun you'll ever have! Why put constraints on yourself: you can't do this! you should do that! It's pointless. Just do you!
That being said, some people are just jerks and decide to live by a set of mean rules. This is not encouraged. Do onto others and whatnot, you know what that means ppl. You should be honest to yourself and others! Other than rules. Where does this stem from? Experience. That and:


In completely unrelated news...VEGAS. Fun :) Did a lot. Saw a lot. I should do it again soon. Here's a taste:

Saturday, May 16, 2009

Something about 'er

Last night I went to Moomia Lounge a hookah bar way downtown on Lafayette that was just too cute! It's split level, but 90% of the crowd was in the downstairs lounge area. Weez (as in Lindsey Louise, not Weez-F-Baby) and I went there to celebrate a friend's bday and had a great time shaking and smokin in the intimate space. The walls are covered with faux (I'm assuming) hieroglyphics and there is even a King Tut-like tomb in the center of the room. Ample pillow-covered bench seating is available, perfect for cuddling up or seating a large party (hint! hint! a contender for my 25th bday spot). But let me get to the meat of this story...

There's something about Beyonce. That bitch. We were moving and groovin for a while, standing up and smoking near our table, but when "Single Ladies" came on it was as if someone sounded an alarm to action and we raced to the small dance floor. And yes I said raced. I'm a grown-ass lady, but somehow the song transformed me into a super-hypy 15 yr old, except for I understood it to be a call-out to all lame dudes wasting time whereas my jr. high self would have probably just considered it a flirty song.

So we danced, and we even attempted to mimic the choreography of the VIDEO. Yes, I said it. I'm admitting it in the daylight and sober on behalf of all the other ladies in the world who cannot, without a small oz. of shame ;) I say, it's ok ladies! BE a 15 yr old sometimes, it's good for you! Dance like a crazy person, ignoring all the (possibly) strange looks you're attracting from the crowd! Point to the guys in the room who you think might fall into the lame guy category, wasting a girl's time, and lip-sync to him (because you're too scared to use your full out shower voice) "If it you like it then YOU SHOULD HAVE PUT A RING ON IT!" You'll be doing a favor to some woman, somewhere. Trust me.

Thanks B.



Grey Gardens

This HBO film, an homage to the original documentary staring the ultimate ladies the Beale-Bouviers, has been consuming my mind since I first watched it a few weeks ago. I'm constantly trying to inject their language into my everyday life, for example:

Mom=Motha Darling

I'm excited= This could be my big breaak (with a corresponding and timely leg shake)

Drea=Big Edie

And so on, and so on...

Watch it. Then rent the documentary and watch it. Then let me borrow the documentary, cause I can't find that shit anywhere. Thanks.