if you know anything about me

you know i’ve been crafting.

some of the fruits of my labor are for sale on etsy.com. i present to you dope girl fresh.

i’ll be adding more items as soon as i make more items. ;)

oh, the myriad ways in which it all comes together.

aka things i’m gonna blog about when i get the time (instead of as i’m preparing to go back to work from a really delicious 5 day weekend):

– the violence against black/ poor/ brown/ otherwise marginalized (more than usual) women. inspired by loving pecola’s loss of a loved one, the losses of san-dee, asia, latoiya, shannon & maria lauterbach… & more recently felicia mickels.

which is tied into:
– the michael nutter thing (again). i’m gonna finish what i posted a few days ago, after i really give it the old college (dropout) try. i want to organize my thoughts fully.

which has something to do with:

– my most recent visit to nyc

– the parallel ways in which my mom & i are growing up

… there’s more, but your girl is already late to work.

music i’m excited about:

adele. white. british. no skinny minnie. good pipes, wonderful fashon sense. girl can saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang. peep:

painting pictures @ lancaster library

chasing pavements live:

chasing pavements music video:

daydreamer on jools holland live:

i may add to this later. but i can’t think of anything really new that i’m into. but y’all out there in blogland may not be aware of the fantasticness that is owusu & hannibal. (a million babies is my shit)

there is no fancy way to say it:

i’m tired of feeling like i’m fellating someone w/ really stinky balls for a living. that’s what my day job is like. i keep reminding myself of the goals & the deadline i gave myself — one i’m sticking to w/ no trouble — but damn, it’s hard to keep at it.

(i’ll finish my first post abt the new mayor as soon as i figure out how to make a meal out of frozen veggies, red bliss potatoes, veggie broth, & every seasoning in my cabinets… without washing the dishes first.)

okay. i think i found the right ones.

the right shoes.
i need the right dress/ skirt & top combo.

behold the greatness:

they aren’t cheap. they aren’t crazy expensive, either. they’re definitely my idea of a conversation piece . . . cuz heaven knows my ass doesn’t plan to go very far in them. heh.

i suppose that if you’re gonna do fuckme pumps, you’d best be doing it all the way. i am. i will. in black and in red patent.

no way.

70 degrees in january?
you’re playin. i must be dreamin. lord have mercy, it was simply glorious out today!

of course i was out until almost 10 pm.
of course i took a cab home ($11 well spent!)
& of course . . . i’m still up. frontin like i don’t have a 10+ hour day at work tomorrow.

but i had to be thankful for the weather. i had to share that. i’m so rejuvenated by it, even if it is dark at 5 pm every day.

a bonus blog for today:

in the great tradition of my sexual caveat post from summer 2007, i am sharing w/ you something i swiped from my girl oyin’s blog (it’s private, so i can’t link it). it’s funny because it’s true. ;)

if your grasp of the english language is rudimentary

(and if you don’t know what rudimentary is and can’t figure it out with the context clues…this prolly means you)

do not attempt to write erotic poetry

it is simply a poor choice

go with where your talents are…

impress her by adding up the tip in your head

build something

burn her a cd

do an interpretative dance

because a line like “i want to kiss in between your pelvic…”

or “i want to make love to your inner loins…”

*shaking my head*

these things will be shared with homegirls

and they will find their way into random blogs

don’t let it be you, hear?

don’t let it be you…

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