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Sunday, July 20, 2008

2:56PM - Roger Daltrey . . .

can still get it. from me. anytime. eva and eva

that is all.

Current mood: flirty

Sunday, May 18, 2008

2:53PM - hurt myself

right hand in splint. can't drive stick. can't sleep. owww. at work on 3 hours sleep. Going to speak to Arianna's after school group.


Current mood: sore

Sunday, May 11, 2008

11:10AM - RANT: okay, I don't mean to sound ungrateful. . . .

but the holiday groups texts are don't count as wishing my black ass a damn thing. Maybe I'm an old codger, but back in the day, you called people or sent a card. You caught up a bit, then the call waiting beeped and you got the next well wishing call. Or you had a warm smile as you read the card.

This, group text shit does not approximate a connection on any level. especially the ones that come unsigned from unknown phone numbers. I say if you're gonna text personalize it.

and I only have a 200 text a month plan and I'm already over it. And the folks who accidentally send the same anonymous HMD texts twice, are not at the top of my list.

Why yes, my period just started. . .your point?

:::::::::reaches for Krispy Kreme box:::::::::::::

Current mood: pissed off

Friday, March 21, 2008

9:09PM - I am AFRAID. . . . . .

I have been crying for about 30 minutes. I usually tape the View everyday. Today I inadvertently taped Barack Obama at the Memorial Coliseum.

I haven't been on the Obama train. I seen it, I sure ain't on Hilary's train but. . .

Arianna asked why I didn't get tickets. Well, they were gone by the time I knew he was coming. But she didn't go for that becuase I'm forever storming the Bastille.

As I watched the VHS tape (I'm old school, bitches) and saw the Oregonian photo essay and saw the ad for Obama by the 3 a.m. girl simultaneously, I started crying. Startled by the hope I saw in little kids and old wrinkled women's eyes. Damn, startled by the my Portland folks and Corvallis folks and Eugene folks.

I realize why I have stood by as the Obama train has gathered steam.

I daren't hope.

I am immobilized by fear.

Thought you should know. . . . .

Current mood: melancholy

Thursday, March 20, 2008

3:31PM - eeekkkkkkkkkkk!

A bed bug fell out of my co-worker's phone. I have been itching ever since.

Social services. Not for the faint of heart.

ETA: More awesomeness! The money pit that is my child, just called to let me know that she had lost her phone that she's had for ten days. After not having a phone for 14 months, because she tried to disable the restricted status on her 1st phone by switching SIM cards and broke it. 13 will be a long age without a phone!

Current mood: scared

Thursday, February 14, 2008

10:50AM - Valentine's Day 2008

I had a massage. A full one, not just the chair massage we get at work once a month. Um, yep I'm a spolied brat.

We ate Ethiopian take out from Dalo's in the PCC cafeteria. Arianna and I attended the Cascade Festival of African Films for the Sierra Leone focus night. She kinda dreaded going with me, but ended up having a good time. The documentarian in the first film was FINE, and he took his shirt off in parts so she was entranced. The 2nd was made by a hip-hip group from Portland that travelled to Sierra Leone so she liked that too.

As I said to her "Damn, Sierra Leoneans are some good looking people. . . you lucked out". It's true. Sierra Leonean pride all around. You can't stop us.

We went to Freddie's on the way home. I walked Bart. I ate some chocolate chip cookies. I tumbled into bed happy. . . . . . .

Current mood: chipper

Thursday, January 17, 2008

12:12AM - Happy birthday Skater!

mommacherry ya old beeyotch! Love you guhl!

in other news, Qwest is fucked up and my clutch on my 2 year old car is dying! Eeeek!

Current mood: apathetic

Monday, January 7, 2008

12:32PM - Is this why I failed as a Republican?

88% Dennis Kucinich
85% Mike Gravel
83% John Edwards
82% Chris Dodd
81% Barack Obama
78% Joe Biden
76% Hillary Clinton
70% Bill Richardson
38% Rudy Giuliani
32% John McCain
25% Ron Paul
25% Mike Huckabee
24% Mitt Romney
20% Tom Tancredo
14% Fred Thompson

2008 Presidential Candidate Matching Quiz

Current mood: amused

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

12:44PM - MattfuckingDamon?

Are you kidding me? The sexiest man alive? WTF? Did every other celebrity die? Blair Underwood has been keeping it moist for me since he portrayed Bobby Blue on OLTL in the 80's. Shoot, I'd take any spandex clad Dancing with the Star professional over MATT DAMON????

Yes, I'm posting from work to say this.

Current mood: confused

Thursday, November 8, 2007

10:31AM - I brokeded my laptop

so now I can't even do dial up from home. I may very well die.

Current mood: depressed

Sunday, November 4, 2007

10:11PM - I lost my keys at Winco tonight

whilst having my period. and my girlie stuff was in the car. Cell on low battery. The staff at Winco were not drawn into my drama. While I appreciate their good boundaries, um, I coulda used a sympathetic look at least.

Luckily, Renee had my spare key. So I stood by the car in the cold air with no jacket. Cause I was worried someone might find the keys and the car.

Went to wedding yesterday it was fun.

Current mood: anxious

Sunday, October 28, 2007

7:58PM - change of pace

I watched George Lopez' American Mexican and LAUGHED MY AZZ OFF.

This joy was tempered by the news that Mozart, one of Flower the Meerkat's surviving children, met an untimely demise. Per Arianna "what's happening to the meerkats?!?!?"

Monday, October 22, 2007

5:55PM - I still want to marry this man. . . . . .


I love what he writes and how he writes it!

Current mood: enthralled

Sunday, September 30, 2007

2:23PM - I have friended a boy. . . .

I have never friended a male person in all my days on LJ.


Current mood: contemplative

Sunday, September 23, 2007

6:12PM - This knocked me off my fucking feet

by Lower Manhattanite on Group News Blog

You see, being Black in America, is not just about one's skin, and the big boogeyman of racism roaring in your face all day long. It's about the little things. Subtle shit (LM checks around to see if anyone heard him curse). You will often find yourself questioning your place. Your presence. “Should I be here?” It's a sad, and pathological spectacle too many of us do—but do it we do, for good reason. There are large numbers of White folk who visibly blanch at our very proximity. Understanding though, that The Black Star Line is no longer taking passengers “Back to Africa”, a lot of these folks have learned that they grudgingly must live with us. However, they have chosen to dictate the terms of how that “living with us” will go—thanks to majority status, White Skin Privilege, and control of the courts and government in large part.

We walk on eggshells still, many of us—gauging our effect on the surrounding environment, even the most bodacious of us, internally faltering for a moment when we enter certain surroundings. Letting that painful question be heard for the briefest second—“Is it okay for me to be here?”—before plodding forward defiantly...and sometimes with great trepidation.

That is the damage of institutionalized racism. Its “mark”, if you will. That hesitation. How does the old saying go?

“He who hesitates is lost.”

And sooooooooo many Black folks have hesitated over the years, decades and soon it will be centuries, that they—we—have become lost.

Understand something. It is the year 2007. Where we joke about, “Where is my flying car? My monorail? The 3.5 jet-packs per family we were promised?”, mocking the progress we were supposed to have made, based on futurists predictions.

It is the year 2007. And as much as we may try to think otherwise, we live in a country where White teenagers will still fight over who can, and who can not sit under a fucking tree during recess at school, based on the color of their skin. For all the crowing about the “browning of America”, and how the kids are un-learning the racism inculcated in the American fabric, this incident should give every one of us pause.

Pause because it speaks to the reality of what we're actually confronting here.

If these kids...these supposedly, rapidly blind-to-color kids will fight over a scraggly patch of grass, don't stand here and try to tell me that their fathers and mothers—the generation presently in control of this country—aren't actively fighting Black folks' inclusion in the more important arenas of participation in the American mosaic.

Do not look me in the face from my TV, and tell me from your visit to New Orleans Mr. President, that Kanye West—crazy as he is—was wrong. The carnival that is American Idol, where “Ohmigosh! Look at all those talented Black people doing so well—aren't they doing so well?” isn't enough of an anesthetic to numb me to the constant, pounding ache that is the reality of not being Black in America—but rather, what dealing with the perceptions from others about one's being Black in America does to you.

Jena brings it all sickeningly home. Teens. Kids. Decades at least, removed from the last picnic/lynching to take place in their neck of the woods, by so-called decent people, somehow knew, in their stupid little turf battle, just what mega-trope, what ultimate nullifier to go to to let those wandering n*ggers know that they meant business about keeping one's place. And then, when those Black kids defiantly said “Better check your calendar, motherfuckers. It is the year 2007!”, those Black teens saw the second wave, the real shock troops—those silly, turf-crazed White kids' parents, jump up with the old-school, authority smackdown all too familiar Post -Reconstruction, to uppity/not-having-it Black folks.

We can sing “kum-ba-ya” til our throats sound like Miles Davis after a bender of Sloe Drano Fizzes, but at the sick core of America, racism still infirms this country's aspiration to greatness.

The link to the larger article: http://www.groupnewsblog.net/2007/09/do-you-understand-where-you-are.html It's pretty long but worth it I think.

I'll return to regaling y'all with stories of boys snogged and delcious cocktails consumed later. A and I went on the Portland Jena 6 March.

Current mood: pensive

Friday, August 31, 2007

7:13PM - Times an "I'm sorry" works wonder {rant}

Dear Wait Staff Person:

OK, I understand that sometimes things are out of your control. AND when you tell someone their to-go order will be ready in a half-hour, and it actually takes an hour plus, realize that your CUSTOMER may be inconvenienced and apologize. If the CUSTOMER asks what happened, or suggests that it would have been great to have a call or something, getting pissy about it doesn't so much help. I mean, why do you ask for my number when I place an order anyway?

I have many friends in the "industry" I mean, it's Portland. And they apologize even if they don't mean it. Because it's a great diffuser. I apologize to my social services clients all the time about systems that have nothing to do with me. Because people just want acknowledgement.

I don't care about waiting an hour if I know what's up is what I said, you got huffy.

Current mood: pissed off

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

10:07PM - why I love YouTube

I wore that much makeup then. . . really

emo english black folk

I loved this song SO MUCH! OMGZ

I'm dancing right now!

Current mood: happy

Thursday, August 9, 2007

9:04AM - Okay, now I'm TRIPPING

hello, folks! Last night with the assistance of my new intrepid realtor, I prepared and submitted an offer. It's low-ball offer because I have lowball money, so I dunno what will happen.

I'm not even sure I want to live here in Portland. But I really like the house and it's not in Gresham.

I am mortified that they may accept my offer and equally mortfied that they may not.

Current mood: anxious

Sunday, July 8, 2007

6:51PM - Arianna's former Girl Scout leader

was killed on Highway 26 yesterday. She was driving her son to a baseball tournament. Her 23 month old and her son's friend were also killed. Her son survived and she leaves a husband and elder daughter.

I have mentioned her before because the baby was conceived (naturally) when she was 42. I always said that my time wasn't up yet for breeding purposes, 'cause look at Janene. She talked of having one more so there would be two pairs of kids.

Janene was the car-pooling, pick up other people's kids, and take em home type mom. She had us walking the cookie stroll, for real. She often had to drive Arianna to GS events because of my freeway/highway phobia which she teased me mercilessly about.

If you have time today or whenever you read this, please light a candle, and say a prayer for her family.

Thank you.


Current mood: sad

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

3:12PM - I am MOODY

that's old school. I know they call it bi-polar or some shit now. But I like MOODY. I love all of it. The sluggish depression, the purposeful mania and the ADD inability to accomplish said purpose.

I hate and love with the same passion. Today, when I was sitting on the phone with 411 trying to get credit for the directory assistance call where I aksed for Pizzicato and got "Pizza Hut". THen I realized that it was okay if they didn't take the charge off. I was about the get outraged that they would give me the number for a pizza delivery comany and just cut the delivery drivers wages in half. I put the down the protest sign and just went to lunch.

I'm FUN!

I was depressed on the couch for some portion of the day yesterday. A lot of sighing and vague dissatisfaction. Then I went to a party ohh and ahhed at illegal fireworks, singing by the firepit all night. I saw two newish good friends and might be making a third out of all the folks I knew there. This makes me so happy.

Current mood: chipper

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