You Don't Know About My Biggie Wars...

I been running the streets since that last post
yall.

Bouncing around the city.

I started counting, and I realized that I changed my life substantially in '07.

1.) I missed 6 birthday parties.

2.) I missed A Clipse concert (I had free tix).

3.) I missed A wedding.

4.) I missed all of the recent Sopranos episodes.

5.) Had no brunch in the last 9 weeks.

6.) Had no Sunday Times in the last 9 weeks.



7.) AND. NO new boyfriends. <<greasy!

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I kicked it with some White classmates yesterday.

Got into a fight. Dude gon' try and tell me that
it was a COOK OUT and not a Bar b que.

I was like.

They got a pit?

They got coals?

Then its a bar b q.

He. Gon' say it's a cook out cuz there ain't no bb q sauce.

^^Silly non-negro.

Speaking of non negros, I noticed something about white men.

The normal defense mechanism that I see that some Black men have isn't present in white men, to the same extent. [I will conceed that Black men can and do say the same thing about White women in comparison to Black women].

Its almost as if they would cap on each other, but they ain't get hostile or annoyed by it.

It was like, they just weren't pressed by the 'lil snide comments
that they made towards one another.

Based on behavior I saw in school, I thought there would be more
antagonistic towards each other.

But it was more like just, gentle clowning of one another.


Texas Truth posited that white men, especially professional jawns,
know that there is very little that they can do to "ruin" their lives. In turn
this gives them the privilage, a sense the world is waiting for 'em.

Interesting right?

Have yall seen this before?

And.

I had a good time. <<<*** turns over a new leaf.

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Happy MUMS day.

I miss my MOOOOMMMMMMAAAAA.

She in Oakland, SMOKING a ham, LOL.

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Finals, Schimnals.

2: Number of caffeinated beverages I drink on a daily.

2: Number of break downs I had this week.

2: Number white boys I have flirted with this week. (Listen before you say something Mean Sexy, LD, MR, TT. Furst of all wachall want me to do? 6 hours a day in the basement....some of these cats bound to start going easy on the EYES. HELLO).

1: Number of ciggarettes I smoked with a white boy on a study break.


6: Number of days my farmers market tulips lasted.

7-10:Number of days dude SAID they were gonna last.

1: Number of really big break downs I had this week.


5: Number of times I have run across the BK bridge in the last seven days.

1: Number of times I called Texas Truth to complain about not understanding implied assertions and being scared that I would not be able to teach myself in a week.

4: Number of times I reheated and ate Monday's baked Ziti.



1: Number of times I was so tired that I feel asleep WITH MY dress on. (furst time I DID THAT WITHOUT being tipsey. LOL).

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Fear is one OF THE BEST MOTIVATORS/POLARIZERS ever created.

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