But I am, and its interesting.
The dope thing about coming
home is that you are around people that love you NO
matter what. They don’t care about a fancy job,
law degree, your career aspirations. They just love you on g.p.
They are also obnoxious as SH*T, but hey, thats my fam.
Living in New York, I forgot what that felt like and I was never home long
enough to let those sentiments bubble to the surface.
Last year, Mean Sexy and I had a birthday jump off.
Our birthdays are a day apart.
I drove BL crazy last year. Buying balloons, schlepping Trader Joes
chicken and lemon grass fritters, veggie dumpling hor’d’eroes,
mixing a BIG -SSED Pot of Sangria.
Have you ever tried driving in a car full of balloons? Tons of fun!
Birthday parties are hard work.
And now we are at a new year.
I came to Dallas for this one and its dope.
Its warm, the Barnes and Noble is Big as sh*t and
its my first OU/TEXAS weekend. <<<---I just wanna see the Cowboys. As far as life in general goes, Im in a New/Old City, I got a new gig, and Sweet Jesus appears to be positioning himself to be filing taxes
with me, lol.
Speaking of men, why your boy the graduate gonna e-mail me
last week talking about “I saw someone last week reminded me of
…..” I just looked that the screen like, you ain’t want me, but you liked
having me around and now you send THIS Messages?
I didn’t respond to his last e-mail in August talking about
“Can I asked what happened?”, so I hope he doesn’t
think that I am going to start doing so now.
My rationale has always been, MUCH to the CHAGRIN of N*ggas
that if you ain’t my DUDE then you can’t expect shit.
CONVERSELY, if I ain’t yours the same applies.
And trust, that led to some VERY disappointing summer holidays
But, my code was “he ain’t mine” so I had to stand by that,
N*ggas bugg me out with they unsolicited-Asperger-influenced
I guess he misses me and that is his way of communicating it.
Men. Go figure.
Back to life changes. In the grand scheme of it all, honestly,
I am just happy to be able to read a West Elm catalog
and go into Ikea without thinking about all the lovely
furniture that I had hobbled together for my BK apartment,
then gave away when I moved.
I will say what was really helpful was talking to TMR
(the resident Katrinian), my momma, and my aunt about
how they recovered from losing mad sh*t when
they moved or just LEAVING ENTIRE apartments/houses behind.
With regard to the gig, it is with a non-profit, and they want me. So that
feels good. For the record, why do employers think its okay to
treat employees, temp or otherwise like WARM BODIES?
After working in the M & A in an investment bank for the first time (for
a VERY short period of time) in my life
I realize that the only way I will thrive in that environment
is if a white man with authority has a vested interested in my remaining there.
Otherwise, I can see myself- albeit talented, shrewed and hardworking,
getting FROZE the F*CK out.
What new changes y’all going through?
You watchin’ college ball?
Y’all heard the new 9th Wonder?