Hood Mama Bear

my AT sent me a picture of one of our students with his new haircut (his dad sent the pic to her; yes, we are that tight with our families, they text us anything!).  A little Afro-Latino boy, he had a full mane of curly hair that was a mixture of his Hispanic dad and Black mom's texture.  Most of the time, it was in a low ponytail, sometimes it was corn-rowed and one time he wore it out.  Whatever the case, we laughed over the pic because now he looked like a member of a racially ambiguous 90s rnb group (LOL) instead of the J.Martinez we've grown to love!

Then the conversation took a turn.

She told me J wanted the haircut b/c 4 boys in our class don't want to play with him cause they think he's weird and they call him a girl and even gay.



...



Wait, what??


and when she told me what four boys were doing the teasing, I went ape shit.

HOW DAAAAAAAAARE!?!?!? RETAINEE AARON? AND OTHER OBNOXIOUS AARON!? AND GANGLY ASS TARIQ?!?! AND NOSEBLEED MIKHAIL!?!?!?!?!?!?!??  OH BITCH!

then the hood mama in me calmed down and the big sister came out.

yo, my sister didn't smile for TWO YEARS while she was in elementary school? you know why?! because we had gaps and unfortunately for her, it wasn't cute in her generation.

SHE DIDN'T SMILE, Y'ALL.  

HOW ARE YOU IN 3RD GRADE AND YOU'RE SCARED TO LAUGH, TO BE HAPPY, TO SHOW JOY?! HOW ARE YOU IN 4TH GRADE AND YOU DON'T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL ANYMORE!?!

so the fact one of my kindergartners went home, told his dad he wants to cut off his ponytail (mind you, dad has a ponytail too. J had a pony so he could be like his papi.) so other kids won't think he's weird cut me deep.  Please believe i'm having a talk with 4 sets of parents tomorrow... monkey ass lil boys done lost they mind... you have the wrong teacher for that isht...

but are we really starting the foolishness in kindergarten? have times changed that much that people aren't 'doodie-heads' anymore but actually called 'gay' and 'weird'?  what happened to, "YOU'RE NOT MY FRIEND ANYMORE!" being the worst thing you can hear when you're 5 years old?  Not ready for this!!

BlackHole Son

Oh snap! I'm trippin!  Was the last time I really posted back in November??  Lord know I've had plenty to write about; I sahwee.

Anyway.

I'm never in the mood to hear janet. when she comes on my various pandora stations, i'm more likely to use a skip on her and definitely not give her a thumbs up.

social lurkers get on my nerves. all in the business and never none of their own.

manhattan gets less and less appealing to me each day. if brooklyn wasn't so boheme, i wouldn't leave. but alas, i need to get my glam fix and fab food somewhere. thank goodness it's only a 25 minute train ride away.

the pic bad girl riri posted on christmas day was all the fierceness i wanted in 2012. it was her, sitting on the hood of a car, smoking a cig (gross) and chris brown was standing in front of said car. do you, riri. if you like it, i love it.

i have three more tattoos on deck.  one just came to me while listening to a ninasimoan song. that actually might be next... and on my arm.


I KNOW.




i love how everyone is all gung-ho about YOU cutting YOUR hair, don't nobody ever want to cut their own hair... I did cut mine and I think i'm going to keep it here. it's a graduated bob. jet-black and i love it.

i got a wii for Christmas. black. thought about naming it akon.

i wore black leggings and a blousy black tee with a cut up back to breakfast with my dad over Christmas break. he LOVED my outfit. it made me love him even more.

i wear other colors besides black. i've been digging jet, onyx, and obsidian as well.


and eggplant.

lastly, a quiet resolution I made to myself was to get that old thing back.
i want to play piano and tennis regularly. just like the good ole days.
but, i don't like keyboards, not even 88-key weighted ones and it's too cold to play tennis.
haters gon hate.

Paging super man

I've been dealing with a guy since July, right?  It's been cool, fun, chill, all the above.  He's a giants fan so you know we talk isht any give.nSunday. His fave is Mos and Tribe so we can literally sit and listen to music all night. Then one day, my spidey senses go off.  I've had this feeling before. I remember feeling this with CMF (charming muhfuh) AND Thesaurus Rex.  Like an idiot, I ignore my instincts. a few weeks pass and eerily like CMF, I spot his and her items in the bathroom.  A venus razor, lavender bath pouf, and dove body wash. My heart stops then starts racing. "Wait, what's going on?" I ask myself.  "Is it 2005 again? I'm too old for this."  I think to revert to Adei of yesteryear and start fcuking isht up but I'm 30 now. I just move things around. I hang the lavender pouf on the shower head and move the venus raze to the quattro razor dock. I reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaally want to squeeze out all the dove body wash and fill it with water but I center myself and move it to the front of the bathtub. I go back to the front room, grab his face with one hand, give him a kiss on the lips and tell him I'm out.

Next guy is a friend I just can't figure out. I think I like him cause when we hang out, it's nothing but laughs.  I think he likes me cause when we hang out it's nothing but laughs.  Then he disappears for weeks.  So now I hate him.  What kind of friend disappears on a nigga like that?

Angry Black Man.

So he's in love with me but for the life of him can't show it.  I tell him EVERY.SINGLE.DAY, "I don't like you. You get on my nerves on purpose ALL THE TIME and you never have anything nice to say. Holla back with that isht."  He swears I should get to know him, get to know the real him, things would be different in person, yada yada yada.  

Sir, if you can't be nice over the phone or via text, what makes you think I want to spend any amount of time with you in person?? He really doesn't get it.  Just this past weekend he was with the, "you don't love me so why should I be nice?" Uhhhh, are you serious right now? I teach 4, 5, and 6 years olds how to be functioning citizens of society. I'm not bout to teach a 31 y.o. how to be courteous, decent, and nice.  Go read a book and get back to me. Maybe, I'll let you try again with Lion King.

Can I put all three of the above together to make a super man?

Oh, Boy.

"Dude, I'm not asking for your hand in marriage, chill out." (Kutieboots, S. 2012)





Did you know that boys and girls can't be friends???  I didn't!  Color me shocked!





On too many occasions, dudes got bent out of shape over something made up in their heads.  I think, THEY think I'm trying to wife them.








I'm so not.


I just want a friend with whom I can watch NFL and NBA games.  That's it. Catch a happy hour or two; I cook, you come thru and vice versa and that's it.  I really don't want the complications of a relationship, I literally just want a guy friend.  Santa, can you help me out???

I'm So Demanding

So we know I'm from SoFla and I'm not phased by hurricanes that somehow make it up here; you know cause of science and whatnot. And we also know I think anything you see on TV regarding storms is sensational.  I get that.



THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T CHECK UP ON ME!!!


Yeah, I laughed at people who call all worried to make sure the roof is is still attached and our windows are still intact, BUT THAT WAS THEN! IN FLORIDA WHERE HOUSES ARE MEANT TO SUSTAIN HURRICANES!

Shoutout to my girl friends, my dad, brother, cousin, and the TWO guys who checked up on me despite the aforementioned.

You know who those two guys were??

The Marine
Angry Black Man


God, you so funny!

so. We lost the mommy from the previous post. I moved out and realized I own nothing but the clothes on my back. Althea cut off two inches of hair and it's still too long. ABM came to NY last week. He asked if I wanted to see him. Sir, it'll take more than flowers to get back on my good side. I decided not to go to lion king with him. E for Effort but I still don't like you. I think the art teacher likes me. SHE tapped my ass and called my saucy. O_o I hope I survive this winter. I'd hate to hate NY again. I hope the school year continues on the positive note we started on. My class makes me happy, laugh, smile, feel good about life. I came to a SERIOUS MINDBLOWING realization when I was watching SNF with buddy i'll call Bogart. I want him to like me so I can be done with him. That thought was so ridiculously lucid and loud... snake dream, anyone?? I think that's bout it. Be safe in love and life, y'all.

Mommy

found out a few weeks ago the mother of one of my oldest and closest friends has cancer. woke up to a text sent at 324a that she's in the emergency room and upon discharge, hospice will be setting up in their house today.




hospice. today.





i'm hurting. for her.  me and Lyds aren't the best of friends but i never thought there would be a day when she wouldn't be here. i'm just filled with so many questions and i always feel so juvenile when it comes to death. i don't know what to say so i just burst into tears and them wipe them away quickly cause that's how it hits me. sneaky sucker punches that catch me off guard.



trying not imagine her mommy gone.  trying not to imagine anyone's mommy gone.

a little bored, a little update

1.
for the longest time, I thought black people drank tea and white people drank coffee.  I watched my parents drink tea every morning and saw neighbors drink sweet tea at block parties.  i saw WP on commercials deeply inhaling foalgers or maxwell haus.

2.
the last 6 pieces of clothing i've were either black, black and white, or black and cream.  what's going on??

3.
i think i'm going to cut my hair to summer 2011 length. It was a long, move-y bob that reminds me of of posh spice. right in between the chin and shoulders.  no, it wasn't that angled but it was definitely that fabulous.

4.
I am overdue for a trip to atlanta! and Dallas!  and North Cack!

5.
I love when people ask me, "What are you doing?" cause I respond with the most ridiculous answer possible.  Today's reply, "Some crack and a random dude I found sitting on a dilapidated stoop."

6.
I am apparently the love of Angry Black Man's life.  He on the other hand, is not the love of mine.  I have honestly been spoiled by DFB and will not settle for anything less than diamonds and Juicy. I'm kidding. But don't think you're gon come up in here half-stepping... I asked for Lion King tix and a BMW; we'll he see what he does.

7.
I was called Shelly O several times today. I liked it. I liked it a lot.

8.
i just realized L Boog said, "Sweet prince of the ghetto" instead of "sweetness of the ghetto". I was in a bodega when the song was playing and the light went off in my head. lol

9.
my hair must be re-trained to getting roller wraps. I was getting ridiculous with the blowouts but this puff on my supposedly relaxed head is not the beat.

10.
For those of you that doubt the power of waxing, don't.  It's been a month and I'm thinking of re-scheduling my appointment to the following weekend. That's what's up!

But what's really up is that electrolysis. or laser hair removal (one of them is better for colored folks. Don't let the right living social deal come up... shoooooot.

late

just going thru my (accidental) drafts and publishing. don't be alarmed lol

Do You Know Who I Am?!

went out for drinks with a guy who saw me devour loaded tacos.  he's gotta be good if I was eating the unsexiest food ever and he wanted to see me again.  whatever the case, dude thought he was being "deep" when he started talking about people with tattoos. I let him talk and then I showed him two of my four.

foot-in-mouth.

but what really IRKED the isht out of me was how he tried to be impressive and I saw thru all his bullshit.

someone passed by holding d.brown's angles and deemons.  this fool starts waxing poetically about an author named garcia marquez who wrote a book with the same title...










Y'all.












Y'ALL!

RAISE YOUR HAND IF YOU KNOW WHO MY FAVORITE AUTHOR IS


Yes, you in the middle... that's right, G. Garcia-Marquez. Green treat for you.

Me: actually, the title of his book is 'Of Love and Other Demons'

Him: oh, you're familiar. There's another book by him I love... the main character, I forgot his name... he stayed in his room for 6 months. When he came out, he said, "The world is round like an orange." Ha, ha, the world is round like an orange.

Me: *blink*
Jose Arcadio Buendia or Aureliano Buendia?

Him: ...
I forget which one.

Me: It was Jose.

Him: wow, you really know your stuff.

Me: Gabe is my favorite author. Are YOU familiar?

Him: I really like Love in a Ti-

Me: that became a movie, everyone likes that one.


He quickly changed the subject to talk about himself.  "I've been to 50 different countries.  You like to travel?"

Me: *knowing smile* Yeah, I do. My summers are usually filled with flights.

Him: ah, have you ever been to Africa?

Me: Three times.

NEXT SUBJECT

Him: I own houses here and in Europe.

Me: oh really? where?

Him: upstate and long island.

Me: oh what part?

Him: You're probably not familiar... Middletown.

Me: BWAHAHAHA! I'm actually familiar with M-Town!! I've been to visit a college friend several times. Stuart Regional Airport, right? and what part of Long Island?

Him: Harris

Me: Never heard of that... I ride the LIRR all the time, I have family in Brentwood.

Him: you're something else. Have you ever been sailing? I have a boat. I love to sail to Cape Cod.

Me: yeah, used to go sailing in Nantucket when I was younger. I'm from Boston.  Now, I prefer yachts, but sailing is cool.

okay, that was me being a itch-bay but he was getting on my nerves.  WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS?! NEXT SUBJECT!!!

Lovin' It

There is seriously a mindset change that happens when you turn 30.  I've been of age for going on 4 months now and they have been a BLAST!! Granted, I turn 30 a month before school ends (lol) but for really real, I am sooooo happy to be happy with life!

So school has started. As you may or may not know from my FB post on Wednesday, it was the best first day of school I've had. YES!! I normally HATE the first day of school in Kindergarten!!  On top of that, we had faculty from the other Brooklyn schools come by to watch and observe so not only was I managing 27 kinders, I was modeling for adults.  There were at least 8 in my room at any given time, INCLUDING my principal and APs.  Talk about nerves.  But me and my assistant teacher (AT) handled it effortlessly.  We did such an awesome job that EVERYONE started coming into our class to see how management is fun but tight.

Word on the street is that I am in my element.  It feels so good to know who you are and where you belong.  I am ROCKING the isht out of my classroom and I can't wait to see how this school year unfolds.  I know I have people rooting for me and looking for great things so it's up to me to fill those great expectations :-)

Let's Talk About It, Pt 1

I had a one-night stand.



It's easy for me to talk a good Samantha game; especially on a Saturday after my waxing appointment.  But truth be told, I will never be her.  I tried to play that role and be the empowered one who wanted a physical need fulfilled but it doesn't quite work out for me the way it does on TV.




Meet a guy, talk it up, text like crazy.
Find out he's Jewish, decide for myself it won't go anywhere, put on my Samantha hat.
'Twas awesome, didn't want to get involved, deleted number out my phone.


Then something happened. Something that happened back when I was in college and I just knew I had shaken it off.  But raise your hand if you can simply shake off spiderwebs?

I done got caught up.  Now I'm thinking, "Why did I delete his number?  Why didn't I reply his texts?  Now that I want to reach out to him, I have no idea where to begin.  Fudge."

It's not for me.  I really do admire people who can separate sex from emotion, but at the end of the day (or night), I'm no Samantha.  I'd like to be mad at all the hims but it was me, the hopeless romantic who still confuses the two.

So Sick

crazy how a cloud just came over me and then this song came on... ON MY SNUPE DOG RADIO STATION... really? mopy neyo?  where's xplosive?!?!

anyway, my Lish just broke up with her musician boyfriend. it's eery how similar our stories are, too, on down to the "upkeep" of our former S/O's apartments (shudder). every question she asks me, I have FIRST HAND experience and can answer painfully. you love this person so much and they get you but there is a doubt about going on with them. doubt and growing resentment.  we all can agree that's not good in a relationship.  so not only that, but there's another guy who wants to make her his (Marine, anyone?) but she just wants to do the solo thing for a while, and on on and on...

so after we partied on friday, saturday morning was soul baring girl talk. i started crying cause i remember being SO.HAPPY. I remembered looking forward to every weekend, I remember feeling like he was truly my knight in shining armor, i remember feeling so safe and secure with him, i remember feeling like a queen and feeling good when i went above and beyond to treat him like a king. i remember not feeling like i was too skinny, bourgie, dark, or ANY OF THAT BULLSHIT that has come out of some fuck niggas mouths...

anyway, it hurt not having that good feeling and it absolutely killed when i started to remember the shift. when i stopped seeing him as amazing. when we got to a pain that not even a gorgeous ring could heal. i wanted it to. but it was too late.

whatever the case, Lish is in Boston indefinitely.






i told you our stories are similar.

Miss Me!!!

6- 14 years ago, the dudes that have recently entered *eyeroll* my life would've had a field day with me.  I would've justified every slight for a variety of reasons.  Remember the Stace who literally smelled the next chick's Sweet Pea bath and body worx on dude and still stayed around?  Or the Stace thought she was hot isht cause she was flown out to Texas only to find out other chick just left the week before? UGH!  That was the old me!  Now I'm calling out BS the minute I see it!  Or am I?

You guys have read a lil something about the dude I call Angry Black Man.  The one who liked to talk about my ovaries getting old, how I'm skinny for an African woman, how I'm bougie even though I went to FAM, etc...  yeah, I was dealing with that foolishness for longer than I should've been because of what he is on paper.  Good looking, athletic, phD candidate.  All the good stuff any woman would want, right?  And I do remember him being funny in college but I was not paying attention to him, I was busy with the engineers and Alphas lol

Any hoo, ABM found himself being mad at me for not giving him the time of day back then.  Ok, that was then, this is now, what's good?  Oh, you want to dwell in the past? stay there. Oh, you want to bring up Hampton? That's old. and on and on and on.

A few weeks ago, he said something slick out his mouth and I hung up on him.  Then the stank text of, "Did you hang up on me?  How old are you?"

ignore.

then came the Boys2Men texts.

ignore.

then the emails.

ignore.

I totally forgot to block him from my gchat so he hit me with "you're still not talking to me?"

Me: I have nothing to say to you.

ABM: really? am I that bad?

Me:

ABM:I think we need to sit down and talk in person.

Me: you've expressed yourself plenty of times, I'm straight.

ABM: could it have been misconstrued over the phone?

Me: text messages get misconstrued because there's no voice inflection. actual conversations of the same thing over and over again don't get misconstrued.

ABM: so you don't want to sit down and talk?

Me: talk about what? we've had eight too many conversations of you coming at my life. I'm good.

ABM: I don't even know what you do with your life.

Me: whatever man.

ABM: I do come at you... but I was being sarcastic and you take it to heart, you really shouldn't.

Me: ... 

you can keep that. I don't think you're funny or nice. We don't see eye-to-eye and quite frankly, I don't like you. You steady reminding me why I didn't pay attention to you at FAM. Keep it moving and I'll keep doing the same.

annoyed dot com

twitter's annoying me this morning. but it's not doing anything out of the ordinary.

if you're listening to c h a n n e l  naranja, but didn't tell anybody on twitter, did you really listen to it?

and that's the thing, it goes for me too.  NOBODY cares that I was taking out my braids but I felt the need to share.  

sometimes the very point of twitter makes me mad.

Did I tell you about the time...

...  a guy thought I was cute, we met up for a breakfast date in SOHO, it went well, he's a 36 year old designer, Jewish (so I was a bit wary), and on and on and on?  I didn't?  Well, here it goes.

So hours go by when we finally part ways with plans to meet again; cool. we're texting then chatting about plans to devour some lobster rolls when I mention I'll be out of town for pretty much two weeks, starting with south florida for my mom's birthday.

DS: oh, she's a gemini!


Me: no, she's very much a cancer. what about you?


DS: guess


Me: Sag?


DS: no, try again


M: Virgo, Capricorn...


D: that was two tries, lol still no


M: well I'm not as good at this as I used to be. maybe you can guess mine


D: that's easy, you're a Libra!


Me: noooo... kinda close... my sign is also ruled by venus


D: Oh...Taurus.


Me: Yep! That's me!


D: hmmmm.  I wouldn't have guessed that. Taurus...


Me: *blink* yeeeep... Sooo, what was your next guess going to be?


D: Not Taurus. Virgo maybe


Me: nnnnnnnope. Wasn't born in September, but I am my father's child. and an Earth sign. What IS your sign? And how do you know so much about astrology?


D: Pisces. My dad's an astrologer


Me: wow, that's cool! Pisces? Sorry for calling you a Sag.


D: yeah.

*AND THAT WAS IT*

But did he really stop answering phone calls and responding to texts because of my SIGN?!?!?

I love these girls...

freshfaced at Hampton!

rooftop in Miami!

In football game in Daytona!

Birthday in DC!

football game in Tallahassee!

off to get some class in NYC!

birthday in Brunswick!

birthday in Gainesville!

birthday in Philly!

Wedding Day in GA!

We like to party in Manhattan!

listening to a story at a crab boil (LMAO)

reception Upstate!

(SMH) even on her wedding day, no class.

A-T-L-A-N-T-A, G-A!

have you met our friend?

partying in southern Georgia!

birthday in NYC!

CREW LOVE

...let me count the ways

Yesterday was a BLAST! I ate good food, drank good drinks, and hung with good people!  But I won't forget to shoutout how Friday started like straight doo-doo (had a meeting with the principal at 9am, she didn't even know about it so I knew I was good.) but it ended with me feeling VICTORIOUS (which bled into Saturday)!

At 5:05 on Friday, I was out of the school doors and on my way to a co-workers house.  5 of us convinced our shuttle driver to drop us off at her door instead of taking us to the train or bus. WIN!
We went to a bodega, got some chasers for the teq, whiskey, and vodka she already had at the house and then we straight chilled. peach punch and smirnoff for me. Ordered Chinese food and simply vibed! Yo, if I had to choose between chilling at a house and going to a club, 8 out of 10 times, I'd choose a house.  We listened to music and had a good time.  Oh, her roommate is a professional make-up artist so she brings home ISH tons of samples and giveaways.  YOINK on products!

We didn't leave Maia's house till 11pm. I got home after missing both the train and bus. half an hour later knocked.out.

Enter Saturday.  I was supposed to go to zumba at 1130 but I told Abs that was too late in the day.  How? Seeing how I wake up at 6am on the weekends, by 1030, I'm sleepy again.  And because it's Saturday, I have the luxury of going back to sleep, so I did. After I ate my leftover Chinese food.

Wake up, decide I need to get my hair washed, legs waxed, and feet done. But I get a text from Lish.  We've been talking about the GM fest at Prosp Park all week and decided to troll around in case someone wanted to give away (or even scalp their free ticket.)  It happened, but the guy only had one ticket so we declined :-(  Spent most of the day walking around the ginormous park that was way too easy for me to get to! I'm disappointed in myself for not going more often!  Oh well, summer is almost here and I'm going BEAST MODE.

OH! I met the guitar player from the Roots! He was just walking down the street with his guitar on his back and I stopped him! "Captain Kirk! Can I take a picture with you?!!?" *CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSEEEE*


After Lish and I pretty much walk the perimeter of the park, we meet up with BooThang.  He's done with walking so we hop in a cab to the BurritoBar and Kitchen. It was PACKED inside and out but we were able to be seated right away.  This bangin arse steak burrito was about to be housed by yours truly.  It was almost gross how I ate the whole gigantic thing.  With a fork and knife too LMMFAO!! But can I tell you about their pomegranate marg?  Made with pomegranate juice ice cubes? It was LIKE.THAT. The other two started out with coconut and traditional margs but ended up ordering FIVE MORE of the pomegranate ones! Yeah! I knew my limits and stuck with one. LOL  Cinco de Mayo was not that far away #NeverForget.

The night is still young.  Lish texts a guy she met at my Cinco de Mayo bar crawl and he's in the city at a latin spot.  MORE MARGS ON DECK!  We hop in a cab to Manhattan then arrive at Gonzalez y Gonazlez.  I decided on a sangria this time and it was good!  We're there enjoying the music; I do a little latin two step to the live music and think, "Okay. I will never be Hispanic enough to really enjoy this place." Lish's buddy (Kristian) takes us to two other spots before we come to the conclusion "We're tired." Leaving Man at 1am after a fun-filled Saturday with my lovies, I don't even want to know what's going to happen in the DR this summer!!

Ole!!!

What do you do when someone tells you, "You don't need me, you think you're better than me."

a) blink
b) agree with them
c) disagree with them
d) all of the above

I bubbled in 'd'.  Here's the backstory.

Went to Hampton, transferred to FAM, caught the eye of a guy in COE with me.  fast forward 5-6 years later, we're chatting on the phone and it's going okay. He asks me how I feel about him and I hit him with the, "damn lil... I haven't talked to you in about 5 years..."  I don't know why he's so pressed but I eventually find out he's been checking for me since our days in College of Ed but I wasn't checking for him, "You thought you were too good for me since you came from Hampton."

Here we go again.  I thought it was just a Norfolk State thing.  Does every state school hate Hampton?

I reassured him with what my dad told me long ago, "I don't think I'm better than anyone, I just know no-one is better than me."

c) disagree with them

Anyway, in later conversations, he mentions me being engaged to a white guy. I told him that was in the past, I'm moving on from that, let's keep it moving.  Then he hits me with the "Oh, so the black man wasn't good enough to marry, you had to find you a white man."

a) blink


"Mr. Blackman, that was years ago. And since you brought it up, let me tell you about your brethren i've encountered thus far along the way..."

But here's his, "Well, I'm not all black men so don't put me in that category."
"I didn't. But your insecurities are about to get you added to the list of Failed Black Men in Stacey's Life".

Blah, blah, blah, we talk some more, something that was an inside joke became unfunny and we fell out, ONLY after he had this whole lemon squeeze about me glorifying Hampton even though I graduated from FAMU, how I need to find me another white guy cause i don't know how to talk to black men, how I need to find myself, Uncle Thomasina, how he's getting his PhD so I can finally be impressed since it's apparent just regular ass teachers are not good enough, and on and on and on.

I looked at my phone in disbelief.  Then I went in on him.

I don't even remember what I said cause it was 115am and I was just tired of him and his whining. I do remember saying, "If you think I'm better than you, it's cause I am. Is that what you wanted to hear? Do you feel better now? I hope so. Let the world know that I am better than Jonathan!" and then I told him to leave me alone cause I don't have time for bitchassness.

b) agree with them






WTF?

Joy

I'm feeling it. (this was the first day I was in Coconut Grove and stuffing my face with ceviche and seared scallops)