1:00 PM: On Jenny Jones, Big Playa woman is on the stage talking about how she gets free meals at Red Lobster. Dude calls her out and says, "Hey we missed you! Biggie got reincarnated as a woman!"
3:10PM: Listening to "Juicy" by Mtume on my CD player. Hmmm, let me switch to my Notorious B.I.G. "Ready to Die" CD and listen to "Juicy".
3:11PM: Take out CD; the radio comes on and wouldn't you know...Biggie is rapping success and Word Up! magazines.
3:12PM: Decide to listen to CD even though the song is on the radio. Biggie has some good ass narrative lyrics.
"If I wasn't in the rap game/ I'd probably have a key, knee deep in the crack game/ 'cause the streets are a short stop/ either you're slinging crack rock or you got a wicked jump shot/ it's hard being young from the slums/ eating five-cent gum, not knowing where your meal's coming from..."
Who got me started on Biggie...lemme think...Jennifer did. DAMN!
Job that will challenge me creatively and mentally...I felt like an overpaid secretary today.
Career that will allow me to utilize my talents instead of depriving me from creative expression.
Person in North Carolina that doesn't sound like some damn country hick...why is it OK for white folks to say y'all but when black folks say it, we're considered ignorant.
Man that will send me poems through email and call me on the phone just because he was thinking of me.
House that isn't beautiful on the outside but painted canary blue and pea green.
Dental Hygenist that will not take 1 hour to clean my damn teeth and gag me with that sucking tool.
Doctor that will tell me why the hell my hands are so stiff in the morning?
Don't be a hater...anytime you bring up my sorority it sounds like you are.
Definition of ACRONYM: A word formed from the initial letters of a name, such as WAC for Women's Army Corps, or by combining initial letters or parts of a series of words, such as radar for radio detecting and ranging.
Are you reading this Jennifer? Shame...that means you are still sitting at home on your ass doing nothing.
1. Making coffee every morning with Starbucks Coffee and Vanilla Coffee Mate and taking it to work in a travel mug. (Note: Always followed by a chaser of Crest Whitening Toothpaste to prevent my teeth from turning golden brown).
2. Watching Jay Leno every night without fail. (Note: Used to thrive off of this ritual, but have since replaced Jay with Blind Date and The 5th Wheel).
3. Sleeping in the nude. (Note: Didn't keep this one for very long as I do not like the feel of sheets on my skin).
4. Reading non-fiction material versus fiction more often.
5. Smoking cigars (such a nuisance).
6. Drinking liquor. (Note: Have stopped this nuisance as of 8/18/01, the date I was introduced to Smirnoff Raspberry Vodka, whom came back to visit the next day in the form of a torrential hangover.)
7. Enjoying thug music. (Note: Actually began with NWA, then AMG and ended with DMX...all artists with acronyms for names).
8. Enjoying jazz music. (Note: Coletrane, Boney James, and Sweetback are rotated regularly...not really a nuisance, though).
9. Understanding the rules of Football (Note: I didn't get it in 1996, nor in 1999, but finally in 2001)!
10. Finding out that "The Good, The Bad, The Ugly" is a movie about Clint Eastwood (Blondie) and not my ex's!
I went to see the play "Men Cry In The Dark" which is based on a novel by Michael Baisden. I have read all 3 of his books, and even brought them with me to the play hoping that he would sign them. Well, I got something better...THE CAST SIGNED THE BOOK. This wasn't your ordinary cast, but a cast that consisted of CHRISTOPHER WILLIAMS (you remember the pretty boy from back in the day) and ALLAN PAYNE(Jason's Lyric, New Jack City, The Perfect Storm)!
So how did I get them to sign the book? Me and Janeen, through our ingenius teamwork, stood by the door... made small talk with the drummer who went and got Christopher Williams who went and got Allan Payne.
At first my girl Amber wasn't trying to stand out in the cold and wait by some stage door, but as soon as she saw us huggin' all up on Christopher Williams, she came running out the truck up to the stage door like, "Hi my name's Amber, can you sign my book?"
Christopher still looks fine, although his hair is about shoulder length now, and he was sporting a doo-rag and a velour jump suit...
Allan Payne looked cute and fine and was very nice to us...
Funny...but that's about the best night I've had in a good while...
The "hello man" just said "hello" to me...but ask me if he said it to my face? Nope. I'm walking down the hallway and about 10 feet behind me I hear, "Hello Wendy!"
IF I CAN'T SEE YOU WHY SAY HI TO ME? UNLESS YOU WANT ME TO STOP SO THAT YOU CAN ASK ME SOMETHING, WHY YELL HI DOWN THE HALLWAY?
There is this guy at my work who is so damn happy it pisses me off. He's always going, "Hi Wendy!" everytime he sees me or everytime I walk by his desk, which is at least 20-30 times a day...so this guy is spouting off at least 300 "hi"'s a day to everyone he works with! Why can't he just smile when he sees me, or nod? He even says "Hi Wendy!" when he walks past my desk (and I usually am facing my computer and don't even make eye contact with him...) BUT HE STILL SAYS HI!
Today, he was walking down my aisle and 4 people were standing around outside my cube chatting. He walks by and says, "Hi Tom! Hi Mindy! Hi Julie! Hi Keith!"
Why couldn't he just fucking say "Hi everyone!" and call it a day????
I just went to the doctor today so that I could get my hands looked at (they've been swollen every morning with a slight pain). It's probably due to kickboxing since I am beating the crap out of a punching bag 3 times a week...but anyway, she tells me...
"You might have arthritis."
Eh?
"And you might have a slight touch of asthma."
Phew! What did you say?
"We're also going to run tests on your thyroid gland."
Yesterday's events totally tripped me out. A bunch of us were geared up and ready to go out to dinner when total drama took over. My girl had gotten a strange call from a young lady in Chicago by the name of "Jaccie". Well "Jaccie" was calling my friend to tell her that they were both talking to the same guy! (So 'ole boy was trying to be a player by having 2 women in 2 different states...but my girl was smart and had broke it off with him awhile ago!) So "Jaccie" is all distraught and asked to get Player on the phone with the 3 of them. Player fessed up to everything! At least he was a man about it, right?
Me Thinking: Hmmm, who is this girl? Her name is "Jaccie"? So how old is she?
My Girl: 24, and she's a Soror. She's from Indianapolis.
Me: Really? Indianapolis? I might know her! I went to school with a Jaccie. She pledged 2 years after me! What does she look like?
My Girl: She's really short and cute. And she's in law school right now.
Me Thinking: No, can't be the same Soror that went to school with me! Hmm....let me call my Sands.
Me: So Sands, remember "Jaccie"? Your daughter? Where is she originally from?
My Sands: Gary I think, but she moved to Indianapolis.
Me: Really? Where does she live now? Is she still in Indianapolis?
1. Don't buy anything that I don't need (except for maybe an occasional MAC or Aveda product) 2. Go to church every Sunday (or Saturday) 3. Swear off all men (I've been told once you stop looking for them, they start looking for you) 4. Lose 10 pounds (who cares if it's the same 10 I've been trying to shed for 2 years) 5. Don't listen to EVERYTHING older women tell me (especially ones with the name Alta) 6. Write in your Blog at least 3-4 times a week
I went to a party last night at Stephen's and Janeen's (ya'll asked me why I haven't updated my blog, well I did today!) A very fun and entertaining evening. But I must say that I have never welcomed comments and suggestions from older women unless they have the name Beatrice. Upon discussing the lack of single black men in Winston-Salem, I was told by an older woman that there are plenty in town. (And I know she was talking about the ones in county jail...I just know she was.) I just want to know where? Her reply was that my problem was rooted in my pickyness with men.
So what If I have a few requirements!
1. Must not live at home with his Mama (not trying to have her all up my business) 2. Must own a vehicle (I'm not playing chauffer) 3. Must have an equally paying job as mine (not trying to be with a golddigger, or with someone who can't handle my salary) 4. Must not have a criminal background (no explanation needed) 5. Must not have jacked up teeth or hair (no crookly teeth or funky, cock-eyed brothers) 6. Must be educated (preferably with a BS, BA and an MS,MA, MBA, JD, MD would be an added bonus) 7. Must want to have children 8. Must celebrate holidays and understand the importance of Valentine's Day and my Birthday 9. Would like him to be a chocolate brotha if possible 10. Must use the english language properly
