M Dot Does Dallas: Birthday Gristle Edition

If you would have told me last year that I would be living in
the Bay and spending my born day in Dallas, I would have been like,
shut the f- up.

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
for me.
But, my code was "he ain't mine" so I had to stand by that,
nah mean?

N*ggas bugg me out with they unsolicited-Asperger-influenced
random-e-mails.

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?


Talk about divesting in your OWN human capital.
CEO's and Human Resources NEED TEACHIN'.

Any hoo.

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.

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What new changes y'all going through?

You watchin' college ball?

Y'all heard the new 9th Wonder?

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