tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56047722011-10-10T18:39:26.391-04:00ya mama got jell-o feet w/ fruit in the toes.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.comBlogger2091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-53175466902456959612007-04-13T21:13:00.000-04:002007-04-13T21:33:27.626-04:00i wonder how much it costs to save one's soul.what wld u give to save yours?ive been weighing mine lately. ive decided im worth more than ive been alotting myself. i think maybe ive known that for a very long time. ive known a lot of things for a very long time, but ive avoided them. been too scared to face and accept. reality is like that. scary.that's why ive been so idealistic, i guess.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-67552437455201080782007-04-03T18:00:00.000-04:002007-04-03T18:01:32.022-04:00"u cant get blood from a stone."word. \o/tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-85519054204791977572007-03-12T18:54:00.000-04:002007-03-12T19:13:23.786-04:00sun in the sky, u know how i feeltoday i got off the trolley and the sun judo-kicked me square in my cornea. i cldnt help but smile at it. i love the sunshine, man. it amazing how its absence can completely stifle your life, your happiness, how it can dictate what u do and don't do during the course of a day. when i get off the trolley and its already dark? dark sky means its night time, andtracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-45605571277638325322007-03-12T00:18:00.000-04:002007-03-12T00:26:13.916-04:00starshe was born with a parasitea fast growing hunger in his heart and his pockets& when he dreamed his eyes filled his whole face& his eyes with filled with starsnone of them named after mei have never known a skyas lonely astonightall i have to give him is the worldand everything in ittwice overbut where do u find fire brighter than sun?how do i compete with a galaxy?--------i fucking hate tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-6274292173385254532007-02-22T23:05:00.000-05:002007-02-23T00:26:25.353-05:00im gonna be published!look!KentuckianKween: andre! DRE: tracy! KentuckianKween: guess what! DRE: what? KentuckianKween: im finna be published!! DRE: say word DRE: what for? how come? why so? KentuckianKween: ima get royalties!!! DRE: DETAILS NIGGA KentuckianKween: in a real book!! KentuckianKween: like a year ago KentuckianKween: my brother's first baby mama KentuckianKween: the one tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1170805836082500102007-02-06T18:34:00.000-05:002007-02-07T17:59:21.583-05:00edit edit edit!buk all thatno mo emo! nobody cares! (c) dre aka craig mack's less attractive younger brothermark this date tho, cause today i am officially thru bein a sucka.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1169507394364441842007-01-22T18:09:00.000-05:002007-01-22T18:11:44.570-05:00confessions of a romantic mind. mine will likely be the death of me. i dont mean romance as in flower petals on the bedsheets and my favorite flower being sent to me at work. but unbridled hope in the face of what by all measures seems to be a hopeless cause, a ferocious clinging to that 1% chance that if you just pray hard enough, u can will the ship to stay afloat. over the yrs ive tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1167886903731006852007-01-03T23:10:00.000-05:002007-01-04T00:01:43.766-05:00i didnt really recap my holiday.it was cool. got to go home for a whole week. got sick/had an allergy attack christmas day that im still trying to shoo out of my system.the flight in to louisville was a motherfucker. my flight out of philly was delayed two hours, so i missed my connecting flight in cincinatti and another one wasnt leaving until like 6, 7 the next morning. i was PISSED. cincytracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1167669846477737622007-01-01T11:42:00.000-05:002007-01-01T11:44:06.493-05:00fare thee well, 2006.u have been a motherfucker to me. undoubtedly the worst year of my life, for several reasons detailed here both explicitly and crypticly (sp?), both in published and published blawg entries. fuck u to death. im glad ur gone.but cliche as it sounds, i feel a billion times smarter now than i was this time last year, stronger too. most definitely; i was a weak idiot little tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1166403997656865192006-12-17T19:59:00.000-05:002006-12-17T20:06:37.670-05:00rant.sometimessometimes i think i give too muchi give and i give and i give and i give and i bend til i almost break and then i stop only long enough to straighten up so i can bend some moreand then i give some and i give some and i give some more til its all goneand then i start volunteering internal organssometimes without so much as a thank you& usually without a kidney or a liver or somethingtracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1165278708205157142006-12-04T18:28:00.000-05:002006-12-04T19:31:48.863-05:00remember me?im still around.just being negligentlots has happenedwell maybe lots hasnt happened... i havent gotten fired yet so im still workin at the new placei like it. i think its changing me some, for the betteri wrote abt it in a confession wednesday post @ okp(im sort of posting again now... only at work when things are slow tho. im still sorta leavin it alone)this job makes me incrediblytracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1161929247133506162006-10-27T02:06:00.000-04:002006-10-27T02:07:27.160-04:00home.i don't really feel like updating right now. but i will anyway, i guess.i dont like updating when i dont feel like it cause my entries always come out half-assed.but whatever.im home again. its weird. it's different. its definitely different. ive been trying to train myself to better accept change; this is gonna be a tough one to swallow. my time here has, for the most part, been spent tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1161656489223962662006-10-23T22:20:00.000-04:002006-10-23T22:21:29.243-04:00im over ur heads.no, literally.im who knows how many thousands of miles in the air as i type this. i wont actually post this til im safe on land again, of course. but right now, im on an airplane. i flew out of philly at about 10:15 this morning. destination: cleveland, oh. got to cleveland just before 12:30 and got on another plane. destination this time: home.:o)at about 1:44ish, i'll tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1160943934851343052006-10-15T16:25:00.000-04:002006-10-15T16:25:34.866-04:00there was something in her that welcomed winter this year. she lived last winter with the warmth of arms around her that kept her from learning of the redeeming qualities of ice and numbness. til then, she had been water, easily heated, in need of some container to give her shape, and always thirsty for sugars and creams, anything to dress her up, to fill her. now she lingered at room tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1160856083299084152006-10-14T14:38:00.000-04:002006-10-14T16:24:06.193-04:00beenaminit. lots of things to talk about.-job search-brittany-brother-granny-friends-mouse-book-boys-love-mein that order, i guess.------------job search.im still lookin for a job. after that interview with the guy at penn, i got kinda bummed and slacked up on my search. but when i found out i didn't get that position, i emailed the guy a thank you and told him to hold on to my resume just in tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1157143991003150872006-09-01T16:51:00.000-04:002006-09-01T16:53:11.016-04:00updates.i didnt get the job. found out officially two days ago.also found out that my granny had another stroke sunday night; my moms didnt tell me cause she didnt want me to worrythey had to put a difibulator in her todaythe weather's grossim gettin over, but still confused abt a lot of thingsi feel gross-looking latelybut through all of this im proud of the way im maintaining. silver tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1156576792746408222006-08-26T03:19:00.000-04:002006-08-26T03:19:52.756-04:00chronomentrophobia pt. IIRIP Nikki.:(tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1156382480170066292006-08-23T20:58:00.000-04:002006-08-23T21:21:20.196-04:00chronomentrophobia.my granny had a stroke yesterday.my mama and aunt were here this past week, as u know if u've been reading, which i suspect you havent. when the phone rang late yesterday evening, the though flashed quickly across my mind but i dismissed it. still i wasnt surprised to hear the urgency in my mama's voice or see her brow furrow the way it does when she's worried but too busy tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1156216990359427832006-08-21T23:22:00.000-04:002006-08-21T23:23:10.380-04:00i look like a double exhaustion sammich with cheese right now.like,i can't even tell you.the hard work is paying off, though. im in my new digs right now, and it looks like it's shaping up to be a very, very nice spot. i miss the old place, but only because this unfamiliarity of my new surroundings makes me kind of nervous and anxious; i miss my comfort zone. i do not, however, miss the tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1155429599314027492006-08-12T20:38:00.000-04:002006-08-12T20:41:06.700-04:00tonight, i want toget me a cute lil somethin over hereorder some cheesesteakssit cuddly close on the couch watchin snlplayfight and wisecrack during the commercialsthen go to bed & sweat to sleep.guess it aint all outta my system yet.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1155182342107244692006-08-09T23:46:00.000-04:002006-08-09T23:59:02.146-04:00i'm beginning to feel overwhelmed.things were going good. they still are, but i just feel myself getting a little frazzled.everything that i've been planning for is happening, about to happen, or may possibly be happening. i move in two weeks. im learnin to be alone again. they'll make a decision on this admin position soon. all great stuff.but im starting to stress over this move, tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1154910617833459322006-08-06T18:00:00.000-04:002006-08-06T20:33:54.476-04:00new trace blog! now with 75% less crypticness!hey, guys and guyettes :)its me. finally gettin up off my ass to come do some real writin in this joint.lots has happened since the last REAL entry, so much that i don't even remember anything. quick updates: i'm still working at IBC, still a temp, still no sign of being permanently hired. im going on 8 months without a perm and struggling to tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1154040396137097142006-07-27T18:30:00.000-04:002006-07-27T18:46:36.190-04:00it sort of feels like..like dying in reverse.or, it feels the way it looks in 'interview with the vampire' when vampire pitt first gets bitten, then lays flailing on the floor because his body is dying.something is definitely dying.i cant call it yet whether it's good or bad. im thinking good though.and hoping more than thinking.it's uncomfortable, but so is childbirth (if i may be allowed to tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1145999808915160002006-04-25T17:15:00.000-04:002006-04-25T17:16:48.926-04:00.God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.^^way harder than it sounds.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1145245925717829972006-04-16T23:10:00.000-04:002006-04-16T23:52:05.780-04:00update.been a long time. my bad.ive really, really been wanting to write lately. not in this blog, particularly. something creative. anything creative. like i feel it welling up inside me recently, and it's one of the greatest feelings ive felt in quite awhile.. it feels like revisiting one of the proudest moment of your life, or getting together with your best friend again after years and tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1142919097967632672006-03-20T22:20:00.000-05:002006-03-21T00:31:38.036-05:00big ol blawg.i had sort of a revelation the other day. like yesterday. no, the day before. and it wasnt so much a revelation as it was just me finally admitting some things that ive been trying to ignore in hopes that they'd just go away if i did so successfully.im a chronic optimist. to a fault sometimes, ive discovered. there's nothing wrong with being hopeful. and its far better to be tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1142315770845676002006-03-14T00:49:00.000-05:002006-03-14T01:01:06.570-05:00coming up next week on channel 69:in a weird twist of fate and abnormality, our heroine does not hate her job as she predicted and even--dare we say--kind of likes it. might this be proof that we are indeed living in the last days?have the holy rollers stopped trying to foster her pseudo-spiritual growth by showering her with their oppressive good intent whilst besmudging her street cred in the tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1141795819753437732006-03-08T00:28:00.000-05:002006-03-08T00:30:19.773-05:00on: the three-six mafia win @ the oscars.**i wrote this in response to an entry in the blog of a friend of mine.---------------------------------------------------------------------------- arright. here are my thoughts on the win. i've been itching to write about this, and this is the first time ive actually sat to do it, tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1141170506029783262006-02-28T18:48:00.000-05:002006-02-28T18:51:09.550-05:00first day on the new job.it was okay. very unorganized. i still dont even know what my hours are.before i went in, i had to stop at 19th and market to pick up materials for my drug test. i had to be there at eight. i was outta there by 8:10.from there, i walked on down to 9th and chestnut to get the day's training started. i have no idea how long we (the new hires from the agency) are tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1140730792121693722006-02-23T16:31:00.000-05:002006-02-23T16:39:52.133-05:00i need to beautify myself.i feel so horribly unattractive lately.nothing in my life right now makes me feel pretty.i need to do laundry so ive been layin around in lounging clothes--they look exactly the way u're probably imagining themmy hair.. oh, god my hair.i need a perm. badly. not because my roots are out of control, but because im shedding like mad and my hear is breakin off like crazy.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1140503063254287212006-02-21T00:48:00.000-05:002006-02-21T01:24:23.326-05:00ive been hiding from you.ive been hiding from everybody lately. no real reason why; ive just been very against being social lately. like i'll be 3 minutes into a conversation with someone and just think to myself'god i really dont want to talk to you.'nothin personal. i just aint been wantin to talk to niggas.so i aint been talkin to yall.other than the sunshine that i am sure ive robbed u alltracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1138520546862591452006-01-29T02:35:00.000-05:002006-01-29T02:42:26.873-05:00i had a relapse today.today i wished i was back at home for a little while.i still sorta do.it's lonely in here tonite.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1138331847448867232006-01-26T21:35:00.000-05:002006-01-26T22:18:25.626-05:00gene told me to update.so im updating.let's see. today is thursday, january 26th. in a matter of days, i will have been back here in philadelphia for three weeks. truth be told, i figured i'd have a job by now. i dont. i have had an interview though. just a phone interview, though. i'll follow up on that tomorrow.i have been slacking on the searching lately, i'll admit. im gettin back on tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1136582736864246942006-01-06T16:17:00.000-05:002006-01-06T16:25:36.876-05:00vacation's bout over.it's friday evening. i fly back to philly sunday morning.i wont lie, im probably gonna cry when i have to go back. 95% of me doesnt want to leave this seat of familiarity and security and head back to my little ass apartment which has become the seat of so much loss, stress, and disappointment. i feel like ive been pretty much failing at things since i moved up there. tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1136169119372524962006-01-01T21:23:00.000-05:002006-01-01T21:31:59.383-05:00this year.i will follow throughi will try harderi will do betteri will start trying to change for myself rather than for other peoplei will depend more on mei will believe more in mei will trust morebut i still wont be nobody's fool i will learn to let things goi will learn to let things goi will learn to let things go.i will adapt and excel or i will go home until im really ready for this. so tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1135837529614226632005-12-29T01:15:00.000-05:002005-12-30T01:50:37.690-05:00sex.alternately titled "Darling Tracy."if u dont wanna know me like thatstop reading right nowtonite im finna type like nobody reads this but me.ill give u time to exit...................................aight.-----------------------i skipped a few days w/ my BC this week, so i had to double up today. i'm pinning that as the reason why my hormones are doing sommersaults in my womb right now.its tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1135572367079036742005-12-25T23:45:00.000-05:002005-12-25T23:46:07.110-05:00christmas.this year was fantastic. house full of people. FULL. let's see:memy momsgrannybrotherneiceuncle ronalduncle ernestaunt denisecousin libralibra's husband darrylcousin shawnshawn's wife rosecousin angeloangelo's wife whose name i cant remembersix of their seven girlsuncle alanuncle alan's girlfriend whose name i cant rememberaunt redaaunt paulinewhite uncle chuckcousin chriscousin tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1135299364079293882005-12-22T19:55:00.000-05:002005-12-22T19:56:04.096-05:00merry %$#&$%&*@*% christmas.im skipping the pleasantries. on with the griping.A) my throat is getting incredibly sore.B) my gotdamn computer hard drive is fucked up and im probably gonna lose everything on it. yes, the new computer.mani dont even feel like talkin/typin about it.just know that today sucked royal big fat unwiped ass and im pissed off and very unhappy.*fights everything*tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1135054355021105832005-12-19T23:51:00.000-05:002005-12-19T23:55:08.316-05:00today was nice.i stayed in my pajamas all day today.my neice came over. she got here early, like 7 am. i was still asleep and didn't get up til like 10. when i woke, i found her in the freezing cold basement looking at corny greeting cards and animations and the like. she's gettin so big man. she's bout tall as me.anyway.ive been working trying to load up my brother's new computer with lotsa tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1134972789820730922005-12-19T00:21:00.000-05:002005-12-19T23:49:39.843-05:00i want lauryn back.i've been downloading a bunch of music for my brother's new christmas computer. i downloaded lauryn's album and man.. i feel like i struck oil down in my keyboard somewhere. this album is beyond awesome man. if u cld only see how hard i been singin this joint today.. LOUD. all up in the mirror, like i wrote these songs about me. some of them do feel like they're about me.i beentracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1133764302763912712005-12-05T01:28:00.000-05:002005-12-05T01:33:21.170-05:00I HATE WRITING.I HATE IT I HATE ITIT DOESNT WORK ANYMOREIT FRUSTRATES ME TO NO ENDAND I DONT HAVE A PLAN BSO I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA OF WHAT'S TO BECOME OF MEI DONT KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM ISNO, I KNOW WHAT MY PROBLEM IS BUT IM JUST TOO LAZY OR SCARED OR STUBBORN TO FIX IT AND I DONT KNOW WHYIM SO FRUSTRATED WITH EVERYTHING IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOWI DONT KNOW IF IM FINDING WHAT I CAME HERE TO FINDI tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1131728699770873332005-11-11T11:45:00.000-05:002005-11-11T12:04:59.816-05:00what's the hardest part about writing a book?writing the first line. sure. makes sense for most people, i gather.but for me?hardest part isnt just writing the first line. it's sitting down at my medium of choice and preparing to write it. all the stuff that comes before the first line. i'm struggling with that these days.im struggling with preparing to do lots of things.it typically doesn't tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1130030355800090052005-10-22T21:18:00.000-04:002005-10-22T21:19:15.806-04:00plus, i forgot to mention-the devil teacher woman was at the art show too, as promised.that bitch walked past me twice and didnt say nothin to me.fuck her.that is all.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1130022116853115212005-10-22T18:00:00.000-04:002005-10-22T19:01:56.900-04:00i made my decision.i went to go fill out the withdrawal the thursday after my last entry. i sent emails of my intent to my professors, my classmates, and one to my bitch ass professor telling her what i think of her. i'll post all those emails at the end of this entry for posterity and whoever else is interested.so. that's it. im a college drop out. im so kanye right now.later in the eveningtracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1129686517436763982005-10-18T21:48:00.000-04:002005-10-18T21:48:37.446-04:00this morning i decided to withdraw from the program.i was a colllege dropout for approximately four hours.i essentially decided that i was 97% sure that as soon as i was back on my mother's insurance (i have to be a full-time student to be put on it), i'd formally withdraw from classes, from the program, from temple from grad school from all that. so ive been waiting.and waiting and waiting and tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1129258479508789912005-10-13T22:48:00.000-04:002005-10-13T22:54:39.513-04:00when old friends resurface.brittany's back. so is another friend from my transy days whom id thought i'd long lost contact with. by 'back' i mean that we talk to each other via the net, brittany and i through email a couple times a week, my other friend through an instant messenger less frequently.its weird.they both pickin up, or attempting to, right where we left off. laughin and jokin, 'tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1129001928254428192005-10-10T23:36:00.000-04:002005-10-10T23:38:48.260-04:00im not good with lettin people get close to me.isnt it amazing how the simplest little realizations can floor u?like woah.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1128786212161843252005-10-08T11:35:00.000-04:002005-10-08T11:43:33.486-04:00do chaser caplets work?cause its rainy this weekend and i finally have a stopper for my tub and i wanna turn some music up as loud as i can and clean my place and finish up with a long soak in my tub with bubbles and candles with a glass of wine in my hand the whole time. but wine gives me a wicked headacheso im lookin at these chaser pills likehmmmmmmmbut hell u have to travel like 10 miles to tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1128696727843643442005-10-07T10:48:00.000-04:002005-10-07T10:52:07.850-04:00attention whore.eff all yall's myspace top 8. except nilla's. and dave's i guess. that dont count tho cause im only there cause i whined about it. lolanyway*middle finger*my friend sent me a note on facebook, which absolutely baffles me and wld prolly still suck even if i did know how to use it; she was like 'how u go to temple and only have one temple friend?':o/my net popularity is tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1128487642424673512005-10-05T00:45:00.000-04:002005-10-05T00:47:22.436-04:00college dropout?i skipped my first two classes today. prolly gonna fuck up a lot as far as my work load goes. sad thing is, i dont care.i came out here looking for something. searching. i haven't found it. i have no idea where it is, but its not at temple. its not in the academic study of poetry or even in poetry itself at this point in my life. and sometimes i feel like its not in philly,tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1127315342998014042005-09-21T10:48:00.000-04:002005-09-21T11:09:03.046-04:00its a ghost!!!hey, guys :o)miss me? im sorry. i think ive secretly been avoiding updating because... well i dunno why. first it was cause i was just lazy and didnt wanna do it, then it was cause life wasnt perfect & i have it in the back of my mind that like the whole world expected me to move and just settle perfectly into my new digs ASAP, which i hadnt. that doesn't mean things have been *tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1123716874264460332005-08-10T19:32:00.000-04:002005-08-10T19:34:34.273-04:00i'm leaving tonight.9 pm & i'm on the road.this time tomorrow, i will be in my new apartment in philly.wish us a safe trip!pray for me a good experience!buy me housewarming shit! :o)tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1122764477849655282005-07-30T18:45:00.000-04:002005-07-30T19:01:17.860-04:00right now, i'm horribly restless.i have no idea where the day has gone.okay, i slept half of it away. i rolled outta bed at a quarter til 1 & lord if i didnt' have the weirdest dreams.. i forget all of them though.but they were weird.now im in the house with virtually nothing to do. there are things that i can do, theoretically--write, do laundry, clean my room, blah blah. none of those thingstracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1122581417279788522005-07-28T15:05:00.000-04:002005-07-28T16:10:17.333-04:00*sigh*i had commentary, but screw it.more Liar Williams, ladies and gennulmun.-----------------------------He: dudeHe: when r u leaving?Me: prolly around the 7th or soMe: i still got stuff to take care ofHe: but u got a place to stay and all that correct?Me: yep!Me: fount a place when i was up last weekHe: good goodHe: room mate?Me: nopeHe: YAAAAAAAAAY!Me: lolMe: why yaaay?He: dude...they suckHe:tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1122318298200762502005-07-25T14:29:00.000-04:002005-07-25T15:04:58.253-04:00move time cometh.i been meanin to update forever ago.i been meanin to do lots of stuff (like email hyde back like 2 weeks ago--i'm sorry!!), but i been busy, as this entry will more than likely reveal.anywaymoving.im terrified.im excited too butreally.. im terrified.part of me wants to back out, but i'll kick myself in the ass for the rest of my life if i do. so im gonna make the move. and i tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1121628724979522412005-07-17T15:21:00.000-04:002005-07-17T15:32:04.986-04:00so its like 4 in the mornin, right.i'm walkin to the bus stop where i usually catch my bus to go to work. the corner is MAD busy.. buncha dudes around a bbq pit, music goin.. looks kinda like derby.there's like, a wall of big dudes sittin on this lil wall, just lined up where im standin at waitin for my ride. the dude sittin nearest to me happens to be Nipsey (from 'martin,' remember?)so my tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1121396937087563212005-07-14T22:34:00.000-04:002005-07-14T23:29:12.910-04:00picture show time @ channel 69.not those kind of pictures, sicko.my mommy me, age 3and me, 5th grade, complete w/ chicken pox scars my great uncle claude in korea (i think it was in korea) and my great uncle james my cousin nisha in the middle, flanked by my late cousins tyrone and dedrick you'll NEVER ever guess where i am in this picture left to right: my aunt pauline, whom my boyfriend has tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1121175025974801732005-07-12T09:04:00.000-04:002005-07-12T09:30:26.006-04:00ladies and gennulmun.. give it for up for Lair Williams III:T: y don't u write me to complain about work anymore?!?!T: it makes me think that u actually are starting to LIKE your jobMe: well if i am, it's kinda late in the gameMe: my last day is friday:-DT: ehhT: when r u leaving?Me: august 1st if i have a place by thenT: i approveMe: i may hafta fly up next weekT: u staying by yourself?Me: dunnotracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1121052721568827802005-07-10T23:21:00.001-04:002005-07-10T23:32:01.576-04:00there's plenny i cld talk abt.but i dont feel like it.well i do, but i dont.so later ill talk abt my family and my neice and how ima write a screenplay.ima write a screenplay yo. get famous and shit. PAID. that's what i really need. and i can do it. i hope :o(anywayi played all 5 parts of 'trapped in the closet' today for my mama, both the mp3s and the vidjos. comedy. we laughed abt that tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1120793313319245622005-07-07T23:21:00.000-04:002005-07-07T23:44:52.873-04:00ladies and gennulmun: Lucille the Sexy.she's a laptop. (pictured here with Jerome the Wireless)and yet...she's a desktop.gone & clean urselves up. wipe that hate off ur brows while u're at it.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1120493313824459852005-07-04T11:48:00.000-04:002005-07-04T12:08:33.846-04:00funny how he just ends up with buisness in spots relevant to me.so he just asks me,'have u decided what school u're goin to yet?'i say templehe says 'yaaaaaaaaaaaay!' (the usual 'congratulations' noise)then says 'ill be in philly in a couple of weeks'i ask whyhe says 'work'..just like he was coincidentally gonna be in atl on 'buisness' when i was gonna be there. (interesting how that business tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1120350869050040912005-07-02T20:32:00.000-04:002005-07-03T01:13:54.876-04:00comin to u live from Lucille.'s what i named my brand new ass laptop.it's excellent, man.came last wednesday (i think).gotta get used to these keys. might hafta cut my nails to accomodate. it's time for a trimmin anyway though.as odd as this sounds, i was hesitant to give this computer so much attention. its like.. proof that im finna leave, in a way. i bought this computer for my move. now itstracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1119642648014690242005-06-24T15:03:00.000-04:002005-06-24T15:50:48.056-04:00bored.okay. i admit that im way border than usual without okp. as far as the innernet goes, anyway. like, there's nothing to do in cyberspace anymore except play games and check email. ive played every single e-game in existance and no one ever emails me. so im finding that i spend more time away from the computer itself, visiting with fam and stuff. id read more but i dont have anything goodtracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1119494648636105592005-06-22T22:40:00.000-04:002005-06-22T22:45:53.126-04:00i bought a new computer today.14 hunnert. yowza.it doesnt hurt yet. prolly cause i know that my new joint is gonna be way better than any of ur guy's (© napoleon dynamite) computers. like, invariably. hands down. dude, it's a laptop... but its a desktop. it comes with a free flat panel monitor, wireless keyboard & mouse, AND a monitor/laptop stand so i can hook it all up and have it both tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1118884734887288612005-06-15T21:15:00.000-04:002005-06-16T11:27:26.836-04:00i like watchin evander holyfield dance.it's like.. a trainwreck delicately wrapped in pastels and tight pantsandmy room is messy againandi need a perm BADLYandi prolly need to stay off okp for awhileandi need to start drinkin lotsa water againandi gotta go poop.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1118520616213849432005-06-11T16:02:00.000-04:002005-06-11T16:10:16.223-04:00so i had an apartment but now i dont.Dear Sir/Madam: I recently fell in love with Lindy Property's York North Apartments. I am currently living in Louisville, KY, and have been living in the same house with my family for over 22 years. In August, I begin graduate school at Temple University located in Philadelphia (as you know). This is quite a big change. Philadelphia is a far larger city tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1118200965513728972005-06-07T23:21:00.000-04:002005-06-07T23:22:45.520-04:00stressed.its getting worse.i aint been happy in like 2, 3 days.:o/tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1118068031600967832005-06-06T10:22:00.000-04:002005-06-06T10:27:11.606-04:00i feel like im being forcefed.like im at a huge dinner table. a banquet. no, a buffet. im sittin at a buffet w/ a plate filled w/ food. good food. but ive had my fill & cant eat anymore. the food wont go away til i eat it tho, & somethin's gotta be done with it. throwin it out isnt an option--there's kids starvin to death in southeast somewhere. this is a great opportunity that not a lot tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1117861433151616912005-06-04T00:40:00.000-04:002005-06-04T01:03:53.166-04:00les miz!me and my mommy went to go see 'les miserables' at the kentucky center for the arts tonite. it was our second time seein it. i love that play. have the whole thing memorized, no jive.it's really good. i wont ruin it all for u, but its based on victor hugo's book of the same title abt a man's quest to find a good, honest life after being in prison for 19 yrs. its also abt the french tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1117667032985306992005-06-01T19:03:00.000-04:002005-06-01T19:03:52.990-04:00friends.i need some.and i need to be more visible to the few that are still hangin on.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1117403182778168872005-05-29T15:22:00.000-04:002005-05-29T17:46:22.813-04:00chatty kathy.i feel like yick yackin.first. good news & bad news.good news is i got a comment box up & workin again.bad news is i lost all my past comments.i guess the qualizing news is that yall never leave me no comments anyway. no harm, no foul.let's see. it's sunday. tomorrow is memorial day. i don't have to go to work; it is the first holiday i've had off from work since new year's day tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1117060470696374052005-05-25T17:46:00.000-04:002005-05-26T15:21:49.553-04:00itsbeenaminnit.some things have changed. most havent.i aint gettin no taller. feel like im gainin weight tho.ive made another promise to myself to get healthier. we'll see how that goes. again.ive got lots that i wanna fill ppl in on but at the moment im thinkin abt my penchant for drama. i thought abt it on the way home, all the way on the bus.i like it, man. what can i say. part of me likes thetracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1115958434654825292005-05-13T00:23:00.000-04:002005-05-13T00:27:14.660-04:00im effing hilarious.me: DONT MAKE FUN OF PEOPLE WITH EYEPATCHESme: my mama hadda wear one for awhileme: im telling her you said she looked like blackbeard the piratepal: ha hapal: did you walk around the house going...pal: arrrrghpal: where's me buried treasure mamma?pal: arrrge?me: ...no.me: no i didnt.pal: ...pal: 44 demeritsme: :-)me: WAITme: 44??me: that's a bit much aint it?pal: now we're tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1115011576314722642005-05-02T01:11:00.000-04:002005-05-02T01:26:16.320-04:00tell that monkey to quit whisperin in my lesbian convention cause i hate atlanta.arright arright. birfday recap 2005. #23. im old niggas. kay.so friday im at work. round about the middle of the day, a lady holdin flowers and a balloon walks in the office. i look up like 'oh my mercy! my daddy got me flowers!' he used to send me flowers on valentines day and my birfday when i was younger.. tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1113801230418834172005-04-18T01:13:00.000-04:002005-04-18T01:20:52.860-04:00the wake.travis said it was gonna be nasty. my mama said it was gonna be rough.i walked up the ramp heading to the doors expecting to see a huge room all full of white--white walls, white roses, white floor except for a red velvet carpet paving the aisle between rows and rows of white chairs--and everybody cloaked in black from head to toe, all wailing, screeching at the tops of their lungs, tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1113603291520468142005-04-15T18:03:00.000-04:002005-04-15T18:25:34.490-04:00some things.my uncle bobby died 2 days ago.the wake will likely be sunday evening, funeral on monday.fam's holding up well.we'll miss ya, old man.-------------i get closer & closer to sayin screw columbia and declaring temple my school every day for lotsa reasons. im not happy w/ the way they deal w/ their applicants, which has me thinkin it cld be a possible forebearer of things to come. so.. tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1113065164573693562005-04-09T12:44:00.000-04:002005-04-09T12:46:04.576-04:00funniest day in awhile.yesterday was like a dark comedy full of dramatics and overacting. it was sincerely wild. i took the bus home today cause it was a nice day. when i get in, my mama's car wasnt there. she'd got off early to take the girls--my two neices and their little cousin--out for some fun. my granny lets me in, looks out the door and says 'mmph, you just beat your mother.' my tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1112755260519489312005-04-05T22:11:00.000-04:002005-04-05T22:51:24.816-04:00i found dallas.i was sittin here minding my cyber business when i looked and saw her old screenname log on. i couldnt click fast enough. first it said she wasn't available. i took a chance and sent an email to her screenname @ aol.com, just in case Hi; I'm trying to get in contact with a young lady named Dallas. Sometime ago, she gave me the aol instant messenger screen name 'ahdieah,'though I tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1112677543717688722005-04-05T01:03:00.000-04:002005-04-05T01:05:43.720-04:00the danger in loving a poet (why i cant write a poem for u)the danger in loving a poetis that words are never promisedthey must be precisecarefully carved w/ sharp tonguevelvet-handleddiamond-studdedthey must come storming into the worldin pretty little whispersor they must not come at allthey must cut and bury themselvesinside the softest placesand sweetly gnaw permanent homesfor themselveselse tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1112248588822251382005-03-31T00:54:00.000-05:002005-03-31T00:56:28.823-05:00today, we went walking.me, my mama, and my playaunt tresa. 3 miles or so. afterwards we stopped at a bar and had greasy meals. lolwe had fun tho, sittin round talkin bout american idol, and politics, and the schivo case.about the shiavo case (as u can see, i dunno how to spell her name correctly)ive been avoiding taking any particular side cause it makes my head and heart hurt to think about tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1112162790577920492005-03-30T00:33:00.000-05:002005-03-30T13:22:01.876-05:00this entry will be about my ass.my big ol luscious rotund christmas ham. if u dont wanna hear about said ass in question, leave now or shut up. NATE, THIS MEANS I DONT WANT NO ANTI-TRACY'S ASS COMMENTS IN MY COMMENT BOX.so anywaythis entry will be about the woes of having 39 and a half inch hips. it will be about the strife, the struggle, the strength it takes to merely walk home from work some tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1112069737684999862005-03-28T23:03:00.000-05:002005-03-28T23:15:37.690-05:00they at it again.about 20 minutes ago i heard a door slam and didn't think anything of it. bout 5 minutes later i hear my grandmother coming up the steps to my room, sniffling. a crying sniffle. i figure she and my mama had another stupid little spat and she just needed to get away from my mama for awhile. figured she'd sit on the edge of my bed and talk in a low sad tone about uncle bobby tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1111951758830581092005-03-27T14:26:00.000-05:002005-03-27T14:39:54.253-05:00i just remembered what i forgot to tell2 thingsone of my aunt tennie's kids says he's scared she won't physically make it through uncle bobby's passing. she already refuses to go back to her house without him and stays at the hospital 24/7.and u know what?i think she loves him so much that if it is possible to die of a broken heart, she's a candidate.i pray to god it doesnt happen.and #2remember tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1111950689144353032005-03-27T13:48:00.000-05:002005-03-27T14:11:29.150-05:00happy easter!this one is a lonely one. i woke up to an empty house. i wish we'da went to church. easter doesnt feel right without it & its what we always did as a part of this day (christmas, only my granny gets up early enough to go to church). and this year the girls aren't here because they're celebrating with their new family. the house is still empty. im still in my pj's sittin in a tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1111763445646887782005-03-25T10:06:00.000-05:002005-03-25T10:10:45.656-05:00i been meanin hard to update.my bad.i dunno if i shld be doin this at work or not. i need to learn how to erase any & all traces of tihs blawg address. caint be havin the Man all up in my bidness like that. but im sittin here w/ nothin to do cause robin's outta town in las vegas.but yeah. i got lots to talk abt.---------------------------brittany had her baby!Assata Khalil (Camille.. i forget tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1111382840175679172005-03-21T00:25:00.000-05:002005-03-21T00:27:20.176-05:00Dave the Fish(another entry!!!)i dreamt this story up one morning. today i wrote it out & entered it into a short story contest, 500 word limit.i think its fun if nothin else.---------------------------The dew covered the chilled gold of the wedding band, still clinging faithfully to its limp finger. By noon his young bride was there to identify his body. Three days later he was buried. tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1111298552402137472005-03-20T00:45:00.000-05:002005-03-20T01:11:56.286-05:00my uncle bobby is dying.bobby is the husband of my grandmother's only sister, tennie (her real name is janie), so this is my great-uncle by marriage and he'll probably die tonight.my cousin dorothy, bobby and tennie's daughter, called for my granny today at about 4 pm today but she was at the store. she told me that uncle bobby was in the hospital again; they took him in on friday after he kept tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1111262382107072462005-03-19T14:26:00.000-05:002005-03-19T14:59:42.113-05:00i hurt my granny's feelings this morning.i think.and it may have been on purpose.im sure u know or can imagine how hard it is to live w/ ur folks again after being out on ur own. i miss having my own closet. sounds silly right? trivial. like most things that are stressing me, the closet has become a metaphor. lots of my frustrations with not having my own space manifests in things like this.tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1111036557637214032005-03-17T00:07:00.000-05:002005-03-17T09:27:17.420-05:00i give up too easily.im sorry. im gonna write here more often.updates- got rejected from american. saw my baby for 10 whole days came back and hated everythin abt my life. my hair's gettin even longer.'s bout all to report. back later.:)tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1106014067700643722005-01-17T20:40:00.000-05:002005-01-17T21:07:47.700-05:00breakaway.
im feelin that song by that white girl. kelly clarkson. guilty pleasure? mayhaps. not-so-guilty pleasure. addendum: not-so-gangsta pleasure. but i like it.
so
i sent in my first grad school ap last friday. im scared of not getting in. im scared of getting in, too. keep ur fingers crossed for me. hopefully i send out the other two this week.
its colder than cash money's tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1105587252755566722005-01-12T21:57:00.000-05:002005-01-12T22:34:12.756-05:00i wlda rather stayed home.
so first things first-
i had the date mixed up for my GRE. it wasnt monday. it was tuesday.
i dont think i did well. what shocked me was that i did better on the math section than the VERBAL section. AND I DIDNT EVEN FINISH THE MATH SECTION!!!
490 verbal
570 math
dunno what i got on the writing.
im just glad its over.
what else, what else..
i feel mad and tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1105311541942073122005-01-09T17:32:00.000-05:002005-01-09T18:02:38.200-05:00more griping.
seems i only come here when i need to gripe. things have been fine since the last time, and i noticed that in that time period i didnt wanna come here & write anything. i was gonna come here and update and simply type that i dont wanna write here. but i didnt even do that, cause i didnt wanna write here that much.
but now i got some gripes.
but i guess i got some updates too.
tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1103344011900190382004-12-17T23:17:00.000-05:002004-12-17T23:27:47.743-05:00my mama and me had a fight today.
i had a fight w/ my mama today. loud words, tears, alla that.
i dont even feel like talkin abt it but i dont have anyone to talk to right now.
long story short, i come home today, hungry. moms is like, im bout to take the little one home (my middle niece) so come on and we'll get sumn to eat. bet.
before we leave the house my mother mentions to my granny in tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1101624064761791192004-11-28T01:38:00.000-05:002004-11-28T01:41:04.760-05:00365 days.
thank you for the best year of my life.
i'd say more
but there are no words strong enough to do us justice.
i love you.
tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1100671326303892882004-11-17T01:00:00.000-05:002004-11-17T01:02:06.303-05:00prayer.
in memoriam
and incomplete.
it wasnt posed to be in poem form. just happent that way.
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god.
we are flawed
and it is showing
something has gone wrong somewhere
we cant fix it ourselves
and this is showing
we're craving something that cant be found
hungering for something that wont be given
and so we're eating our own
beautiful brown
young
we are flawed
andtracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1100403413147312692004-11-13T22:29:00.000-05:002004-11-14T15:06:01.533-05:00the weather's changing.
gettin colder.
first tho, before i forget-- nay, davey, kurris... great seein yall @ the concert weekend before last. jacky, it was nice briefly meeting u. i swear u're like 4 ft 9. much shorter than i expected.
and sorry for the lack of updatery, but everything is fine. work's fine, home's fine, blah blah blah. havent had nothin to report so i aint reported nothin.
tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1097806497980906152004-10-14T21:54:00.000-04:002004-10-14T22:14:57.980-04:00yesterday & today.
yesterday
yesterday was my big brother's birthday. he's 30. we were gonna go see him last weekend but my mama didnt feel well so we didnt make the trip up to innanapolis.
a week ago i came home to find my mama very visibly upset. upset as in mad. mad as in pissed. i asked her what was wrong and she said nothing. i climbed up in the bed w/ her and she tossed me a whitetracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1097284083374775002004-10-08T20:47:00.000-04:002004-10-08T21:08:03.373-04:00britt's pregnant.
i just called her to see how her job search was going & she told me. she thought that candis had already told me (since she'd told her earlier today) & figured that's why i was callin. i was shocked. usually i have premonitions but this came out of left field.
so that was my initial reaction.
shock.
2nd reaction:
anger?
i do feel mad @ her & im ashamed about that, tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1096857914352501252004-10-03T21:48:00.002-04:002004-10-04T00:28:19.830-04:00green eyes.
i am jealous and vengeful
and spiteful
and i hold grudges til they're plainly emblazoned w/ my palm prints
i feel bad a/b this but i am not ashamed
i've known a/b the green lurking beneath my skin for awhile
but ive never felt it like i feel it now on occasion
b/c ive never had such a good & beautiful reason to
jealousy is like salt
a lil bit adds flavor
too much spoils a meal
tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5604772.post-1096240172745874702004-09-26T18:49:00.000-04:002004-09-26T22:34:13.693-04:00im listenin to 'stairway to heaven.'
my brother came in town today. he & i went to my aunt reda's & she gave me a buncha records, one of which was a best of the o-jays 2 record deal. it's playing now.
trav came in town to bring tiara some clothes that he'd bought her and to bring one of his roommates down here to do something. while my granny was gone to church, he, my mother & i just sat tracehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106680692271923916noreply@blogger.com0