Goodbye 2008

*Sigh*

I'm back, yes its me. Lots of things have happened since I wrote last.

I took a job with a Marching Band. That's right, a person who can't read music is the Marching Band Assistant. Wow. It felt totally overwhelming at first, but now it just feels uncomfortable.

I'm still working on finding my niche. I have dreams of becoming a librarian, I guess if I want to do that I should go to school while I still fit in.

Um, no progress on the manly front. It has been a year of self preservation and learning lessons from past relationships. I'm back on my feet, but I have to make sure I'm a whole person. When the right guy comes along, I don't want to be full of problems from the old guys. You know. So healing was needed. That's what I did in 2008. 2009 watch out!

I went to the salon and got my large afro trimmed. Too much if you ask me. I still say she made some snap judgements based on an early impression. But she gave me a better shaped 'fro (thanks) but now I have to wait even longer on that awesome afro that glistens and moves in the wind. pout.

I got caught up in the Twilight frenzy, yes that's right a 26 year old woman reading teen vampire fiction. I couldn't help it.

I have witnessed lots of things but most of all I'm hopeful for the next year. Oh yeah, I've decided to blog again. I need you guys to witness all the stuff I'm about to get into. I'm pretty sure 2009 is going to be full of my eventful shenanigans. I took 2008 off, so its time to do it big in 2009.

Talk to you next year!

I love her hair... and oh yeah her music

Man, I've been on this burnin' high. Downloading and burning all the cds I've been wanting for a while. But I've just stumbled upon Esperanza Spalding. She's a jazz singer and a bassist. But what I like most is her style. Her afro is totally my model. She has a long and full 'fro, that's what I'm going for, sigh, we shall see.

Being guided by Holy Spirit

Confessions

Most of you already know about my relationship with Common and some even know about the time that I spent with Kamal Gray. But yall definitely didn't know that I HEART Clive Owen. If you don't agree just check out Closer. 'Nuff said.

Well okay, one more thing... this:

Okay bye

Everyone knows

And she knows it yall, I have direct evidence that Rihanna has mixed heritage. She is mixed with Black and Giraffe. That's right people. I first noticed how long her neck was when she posed for a CoverGirl ad. That thing wrapped around the back of my magazine.Yall know her neck is long as crap. They have a word for it in Art History, (ahem: educatedness on display) its called Mannerism. When limbs and bodies are elongated to create a more graceful figure. But she just has it in her neck so...I'm just glad she is embracing her uniqueness. (By puting it in a silver bow tie).

And did you hear MAXWELL is back!! I just got a chill up my spine (a good one). If this man releases an album this year, he will create another national black holiday. The first being Lil Wayne's Tha Carter III. I will have to take off work, its that serious.

Brain Fart

Mental lapses, brain farts, forgetting. Whatever you want to call it I'm having it, doing it, its being done to me. I have a horrible memory for a 25 almost 26 year old. My sister has been on my back for months to find a black shrug in my closet. I haven't done any more than the usual shallow search for it. I got up and eyed my drawers and closet, content that I didn't see it in that compulsory scan, I told her I couldn't find it. Yeah, yeah, I'm a bad sister but I assauged my guilt by telling myself that I would conduct a thorough rescue operation for this missing sweater...after my nap. Well that was about 5 months ago. I keep forgetting. Last night my sister sent 2(!) text messages (her favorite mode of communication these days) about the black jacket. I feel guilty, but wait! This is partially her fault too. She has been knowing me for 25 almost 26 years. She should just come over the house and search for it herself. She gave me a semi-miffed call just a few minutes ago. She chastised me on my cell habits (I don't really use my cell, it just occupies space in my purse, bag, desk) and on not finding this black thingie that she wants so bad.This memory thing is starting to get pesky. In movies its the funny schtick that gives us a few chuckles and we shake our heads and say "that ol such and such, he's a character." In real life people call you worse than such and such. They call me irresponsible. So now when I watch movies I don't laugh anymore when a character forgets, I empathize. And BTW totally off subject but on subject at the same time....50 First Dates was one of the saddest movies of all time. I cried at the end. Yeah, she loves old buddy but she has to meet him over again everyday and he has to condense their life in a video for her to watch EVERYDAY. She has to wake up and find out that she's a mother EVERYDAY, or learn something horrible EVERYDAY. That was one of the saddest things I had ever seen. Bambi's mom had nothing on that. Okay! Toodles

Enough said

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