Potpourri for $200, Alex!
I've got so much going on inside my head, I'm not sure what I want to blog about.
I called Ohio (just in case you've been waiting with baited breath wondering what I decided to do!). We had a nice how have you been conversation. For an hour and a half, I avoided the when I'm a going to see you conversation. Eventually, we agreed to a walk in the park. Which we took. Being with him and around him is such a natural feeling. I hate it! So we talked and just enjoyed each other's company. And the temptation was there to invite him back to my house. I mean it was really there. My mind, body and soul were not in sync at all. Damn R. Kelly cuz my body was calling indeed! I wanted to say it. He wanted to say it. But we both punked out. So off he went uptown to play in a b-ball tournament. And home, alone, I went to enjoy the Jets-Giants game. Didn't even watch it. But my Jets lost and it sounded like a good game. All I did was take a cold ass shower and watch Law and Order reruns.
While talking to Ohio, I finally, out loud, admitted that I miss my grandma. I think about her every single day. Had her in my life for 27 and a half years and feel like there's so much I didn't know and now it's too late. I know she and popee are together now in a better place. No pain or bullcrap to deal with. But I miss them. A lot.
We talked about our insecurities. He's got some. I've got some. I don't like admitting that. When I was younger, everything was an insecurity. There was nothing about me that I liked. But I grew into my fabulousness and I don't want to lose it.
Hung out with sorors this weekend. Went with Toya and some friends to a bar on Saturday night. We had a good time. Those girls are a trip. Whenever I hang with them I have to be ready to get loose. Nice mixed crowd. But it is really starting to irk me to watch the black men walk past the black women to dance with melanin-deficient chicks with no damn rhythm.
Went to the NYCBGLO picnic on Sunday. I feel like a big dork cuz I look forward to this event every year. Don't know why. But I always have a ball. This year, got my ass spanked in spades. Lack of sleep and food contributed to that. Eventually I'm going to have to somehow get a rematch happening. Had to leave before we took the greek love picture. I love to be around all my greek sisters and brothers when it's all positive.
Now, I'm just sitting at work waiting for a week full of training sessions. Training that I VOLUNTEERED to go through. Not sure what I was thinking. Why would I want to sit in training rather than at my new desk in my new office with a view of West End? I'm a glutton for punishment. But I should walk away enlightened.
A long ass post about nothing in particular. Just feeling the need to speak without having anything to really say.
I called Ohio (just in case you've been waiting with baited breath wondering what I decided to do!). We had a nice how have you been conversation. For an hour and a half, I avoided the when I'm a going to see you conversation. Eventually, we agreed to a walk in the park. Which we took. Being with him and around him is such a natural feeling. I hate it! So we talked and just enjoyed each other's company. And the temptation was there to invite him back to my house. I mean it was really there. My mind, body and soul were not in sync at all. Damn R. Kelly cuz my body was calling indeed! I wanted to say it. He wanted to say it. But we both punked out. So off he went uptown to play in a b-ball tournament. And home, alone, I went to enjoy the Jets-Giants game. Didn't even watch it. But my Jets lost and it sounded like a good game. All I did was take a cold ass shower and watch Law and Order reruns.
While talking to Ohio, I finally, out loud, admitted that I miss my grandma. I think about her every single day. Had her in my life for 27 and a half years and feel like there's so much I didn't know and now it's too late. I know she and popee are together now in a better place. No pain or bullcrap to deal with. But I miss them. A lot.
We talked about our insecurities. He's got some. I've got some. I don't like admitting that. When I was younger, everything was an insecurity. There was nothing about me that I liked. But I grew into my fabulousness and I don't want to lose it.
Hung out with sorors this weekend. Went with Toya and some friends to a bar on Saturday night. We had a good time. Those girls are a trip. Whenever I hang with them I have to be ready to get loose. Nice mixed crowd. But it is really starting to irk me to watch the black men walk past the black women to dance with melanin-deficient chicks with no damn rhythm.
Went to the NYCBGLO picnic on Sunday. I feel like a big dork cuz I look forward to this event every year. Don't know why. But I always have a ball. This year, got my ass spanked in spades. Lack of sleep and food contributed to that. Eventually I'm going to have to somehow get a rematch happening. Had to leave before we took the greek love picture. I love to be around all my greek sisters and brothers when it's all positive.
Now, I'm just sitting at work waiting for a week full of training sessions. Training that I VOLUNTEERED to go through. Not sure what I was thinking. Why would I want to sit in training rather than at my new desk in my new office with a view of West End? I'm a glutton for punishment. But I should walk away enlightened.
A long ass post about nothing in particular. Just feeling the need to speak without having anything to really say.
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