ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.

wooooooooo! (c) e. badoo

i have absolutely nothing worthwhile to share.

cept this.

& maybe that i'm outta the funk i was in last time i updated.
i just reread it & noticed that anybody readin that stuff may be led to believe that im like, clinicly depressed or some shit.

but im not.
just got a lil disthymic (sp?)
we all get like that sometimes.

the moon is full.
it's gorgeous.
a full moon is a wildly pregnant phenomenon for me. wanna know why?

i'd tell u, but good christian ladies aren't posed to say 'horny.'

know what?
i got evry reason to be stressed out rite now w/ so much on my plate & no appetite.
but im not. that worries me sometimes.. like if i aint worryin bout it all, im not gonna apply myself to gettin it done. which is prolly true.

but id much rather be sittin & smillin in light of the moon & all its implications rather than pullin my hair out over some bullshit.

i am gonna work at gettin stuff done tho.

just wanted to shout out whoever looks @ this thing regularly.

keesh, i see u.

dave, too. & nay nay.

ishan, if u readin.. *waves hi*

NILLA! my nigga. ima get'chu in them links.

& nate
fix ur freakin comment box.

if it happens to be anybody else that deserves a shout, hollerate.

and on a random note- sports bras make me look so freakin athletic in spite of the fact that i aint been athletic in months. they're great.

im finna go write my first angry blk woman article of the yr for the newspaper.

hov!

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