November 2001 Archives

November Haikus

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oops
i had a new one
but i didn't write it down
so i forgot it

lactose intolerance
i ate some ice cream
now my body makes noises
and the room smells bad

good sunday morning
sunday morning sun
shines brightly through mom's window
she needs new curtains

you did it
the return address
gave it away for me
i'm glad you wrote it

getting dressed
i hate ironing
but i really want to wear
my favorite green shirt

bedtime
time to go to bed
i had a very long day
i must refresh now

renamed the blog
got a new blog name
cause these are just my thoughts, dig?
i think so kinky.

unable to resist
damn you fudge cookie!
why do you tempt me like this?
you make me so weak.

the cookie
the perfect cookie
the taste branded on my tongue
i crave a nibble

what's up?
i'm sensing panic,
anxiety and guilty
feelings in you dear

the haiku book
thank you for my book
it was a generous thught
i'm thankful for you

mail me
i keep clicking "receive"
to see if i hae new mail
none of it's from you

i need sleep
i just got to work
a long day lingers ahead
coffee, i need you

goodbye
letting go is hard
saying bye is even worse
at least we had fun

no more sweets
no more sweet haikus
my muse has left me confused
i must regroup now

last night
last night said it all
my desire for you grew
i have to have you

possession
I'm thinking of you
trying to maintain control
you have possessed me

sticky situation
I am stuck on you
and you are stuck on me too
what are we to do?

the phone
i knew it was you
when i heard the phone ringing
i felt your strong vibes.

call me
staring at my cell phone
willing it to ring for me
can you feel my vibes?

thank god it's friday

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Yay, Friday is finally here. Let us all rejoice. I for one am very happy today is Friday.


I’ve been hard at work on my new layout. I’m really happy with the way things are turning out. I like the colors I have chosen, the images I’ve chosen to use and the layout of each page I’m doing. There is something about watching your work go from an idea to fruition.


The new layout features Pam Grier. I have some pictures of her that I’ve wanted to use for a long time and I finally found a way to incorporate them into a layout. I did another Google Image search last night and came up with a few more I’ll be able to use. I’m happy about that too.


I think the thing I like the most about blogging is that it has forced me to learn how to do things I probably would not have learned how to do otherwise. I’m learning how to use Paint Shop and Photoshop and make graphics and find colors and backgrounds and it’s all shiny and new and exciting for me. (pause for applause) Even hard coding my page is something I never would have done a few years ago. I’d still be using the geocities templates or Word to make pages. Look ma, no WYSIWYG editors!


In other news, everything is going swell I suppose. I got a new job. I get to work with some people that I used to work with at my old job (Wannabe Bank) so I’m pleased about that. Especially Yum Yum.


I have like 10 or 15 games that I got for the computer last Christmas that are still in the shiny plastic wrap and have never been opened. Now, because they are gifts I would usually be tempted to keep them, but since I know that I will probably never open these games and play them (playing with html and photoshop is so much more fun), I am going to take them to Electronics Boutique and sell them today. They pay like five or ten dollars a game right? I can’t remember. I remember last year the ex and I took some old games there and traded them in so that we could get new cool games. I’m not even going to get new games; I’m just going to opt for the cash. More gas money for the truck, more coffee for the caffeine addicted girl and more buds if you know what I mean.


And so the weekend brings promises of Luther Vandross concerts, breakfast (pancakes) at Blueberry Hill and haircuts at the barbershop. Fun!

george cracks me up

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summer of 1971: hm
summer of 1971: i'm guy crazy i think
allaboutgeorge: You're not sure?
allaboutgeorge: Gotten tested for Guy-ana fever?
summer of 1971: rofl
summer of 1971: ok that is getting blogged
allaboutgeorge: Seen a guy-necologist?
summer of 1971: !!!!!!
allaboutgeorge: Worn any ar-guy-le?
summer of 1971: where do you get this stuff
allaboutgeorge: It's just there, lying around.

sunday, randomly

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This blogger template has served its purpose but I am definitely ready for a new design and a new layout of my content. I’m tired of that band going across the screen and I’m tired of feeling like I have to make my stuff fit into tiny little boxes so it looks right. I want to move the links to a page of their own and I want to divide some of the other stuff up differently.


I know I promised the ass shrine weeks ago and I promise you it is still coming. Some other things are taking priority however. Like me!


I’m going to take the redesign in stages, work on one section at a time, and I’m going to start from the back to the front. A lot of the changes will be hidden from you until I am ready to release the whole thing. Maybe I will offer sneak previews, who the hell knows. For the time being it’s a labor of love because I love this website and I want it to look good.


Yesterday I didn’t do squat. I had something to do in the morning and I took care of that, got back home around 11 and just hung out around the house for the rest of the day. I was tired. I went to bed around 9 or 10. Last week was a really long week. Today I’m planning on getting a little bit more done.


My mom is offering to take me out for pancakes so you know I’m not going to turn that down. I hope everyone has had a relaxing and enjoyable weekend. I know that I have.


Oh, I watched Almost Famous last night which was a good movie. I finally saw Bridget Jones’ Diary on Friday and that was good as well. I thought Blow was excellent. I’ve seen a lot of good movies this past week.


Toodles!

my colorgenics profile

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courtesy of colorgenics

You are longing for some love and affection at this time ... not that you have been deprived of tender loving care ... but there are times when everyone needs to try something new or to go "somewhere" else to perhaps experience that little extra "understanding" ...


In the past there have been .. and maybe there still are many things that you have had to do without. You have now decided to set your sights on a position or situation that could give you greater prestige and which will afford you considerable self esteem.


You are confined and trapped in a distressing or uncomfortable situation, and seeking some way out. Whatever you seem to do to resolve the problem hasn't worked out. Fortunately you are able to gain some aspect of relief from someone close to you....


You are being unduly influenced by the situation that is all around you. You do not like the feeling of loneliness and whatever it is that seems to separate you from others. You know that life can be wonderful and you are anxious to experience life in all its aspects, to live it to the full. You therefore resent any restriction or limitations that are being imposed on you and you insist on going it alone.


You don't like conflict and you endeavour to avoid criticism. You want to do your own thing and to be able to decide what is right for you. You have considerable personable charm - and this is used with considerable effect on those that keep your company..

friday night

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I’m up early on a Saturday morning again. Go figure. Starbucks here I come.


Well even though I didn’t get the color that I wanted I am pleased with the results of my dye job. I used Honey Blonde dye and because my hair is so dark it has been lightened to a reddish brown. It looks nice on me actually but I still want it to be lighter. I’m going to try again in a week. I found some new stuff to use in my hair and it makes it so soft. It’s a gel by Hawaiian Silky and I swear to you my hair hasn’t felt this moisturized in a long time. I’m one of those “I wash my hair every day” kind of people so I needed something that would keep it moist after all I do to it. I think I’ve found it.


So I’m off to shower then off to Starbucks and the rest of my adventures today. I expected to be a lot more tired having to wake up this morning especially since I stayed out late last night with Yum Yum, her Choco, Rough Neck, and Buddy X. I’ll explain the names at a later date. We watched the Comic View Party Gras and laughed our asses off. We blazed and drank and laughed and talked shit in the way that adults do when they get together. All in all it was a good time.


So now I’m off to wash my 2000 parts. I know you wanted to know that you cheeky monkeys. Don’t look at my bum.

hair dye

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I’m sitting here with dye on my hair. Honey blonde dye to be exact. I am waiting to see how it comes out. I have probably 15-20 more minutes of having it on my head. I’m trying to get my hair to lift as much as possible. I can see that right now it is a sandy brown color.


I went to the barbershop and got my hair cut and my eyebrows arched. The guy was very good even though I was uncertain about letting him do my hair since I didn’t know him. I’m very particular about who I let cut my hair. I have been the victim of a bad haircut on more than once occasion.


My mom just looked at my hair and said the color is definitely lifting so we shall soon see! My friends want to go see The Wash tonight. Depends on how my hair comes out. later!

happy thanksgiving

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So before I forget, I’d like to wish you and yours a very Happy Thanksgiving. I hope you ate to your heart’s content and I hope you have plenty of leftovers to eat over the coming days.


Today I got to spend Thanksgiving with my Granny. She and my mom and my aunt cooked the food. We had a lot! My mom made the greens, the potato salad and the macaroni and cheese (which is my favorite).


It meant a lot to have the family there like with all the craziness going on.. It was fun watching my mom with her mom and sister. They are all so cute.


I’m a sap.


Goodnight!

sweet surprises

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The sweetest surprises are the ones that come at a time when you are mellow and can really enjoy them. They blow your mind and leave you speechless and grinning, wondering what you did to deserve it.


Tonight I got the sweetest surprise. It wasn’t a diamond ring; it wasn’t a phone call from a long lost love. I won’t be able to spend it in a store or wear it on my person. I can’t hold it in my hand or hang it on a wall. It's better than that; I will be able to display it for all the world to see.


It’s not just the actual surprise itself but the gesture behind it. Someone thought of me today. Someone took time out of their day to do this for me. Someone wanted to make me smile.


You were successful. I am still grinning from ear to ear. Thank you.

what do you do?

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What do you do when you just can’t take it anymore? When the voices in your head are loud and obnoxious and you can’t get rid of them and you can’t hear over them either?


What do you do when it hurts too much to keep them in your life but it hurts to have them out of it too?


What do you do when the sum of your days is your involvement with other people?


What do you do when you can’t be everything to everyone anymore?


What do you do?

hmm ...

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Am i the only person who thinks that Lori from Real World 10 is really not that great of a singer?

twenty minutes of random thoughts

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In twenty minutes I will be watching “Blow” on pay per view. I’ve never seen it so don’t ruin it for me.


Don’t cry for me Argentina. I definitely won’t be crying for you.


I’m sleepy but I will stay up long enough to watch this movie. It’s funny, when I was younger I could stay up to 3am, get up at 8 and do it all over again for days on end and I never seemed to be tired. Now, I get tired if I stay up until midnight. Am I getting old or what?


You blew my mind with that picture. I still have the Kool-Aid grin ok?


Is anyone else as sick of Britney Spears as I am?


I know that is going to make Juan Carlos say something. He loves Britney. :o)


I am using all the space poochacha. LOL. You are using like 1.7mb and I am using 12.something. I told you. You’re so cute and tiny and little and you only take up so much space. You probably won’t even need your own room.


My mom now imitates Jarule’s voice by doing this little mumbling thing. More cute mommy stuff.


My “mama” still knows me too well for my own good and hers too. It’s fun though.


14 minutes till the movie starts.


I like “Sex and the City” although it wasn’t what I expected. I like the way she talks about the people and the places; I enjoy the way she sets the scene. I need to experiment with her “vignette” style of writing. It is definitely holding my attention in the book.


When I write in my journal people are always asking me, “What are you writing?” I want to tell them, “Gossip about you.”


There’s a pool table in the break room. A pool table in the break room. People actually go on their break and shoot pool against each other.


Someone come change the battery in my smoke detector for me. It’s chirping like a bird. Oh, I have 12-foot ceilings. Some are higher than that. I don’t know what I will do if the one in the living room starts chirping too.


I have more books than I can read. I love it!


Has anyone read “The Second Sex”?


Is anyone having any good sex? Please let me live vicariously through you because I am not.


If you have the bomb bud I would also like to live vicariously through you.


I still have the napkin. And the concert flyers. How does that make you feel?


I don’t talk to you as much anymore. I don’t even make an effort to. Do you notice that?


Does it piss you off when I put cryptic messages in my blog?


Do I give a shit if it pisses you off?


This is how my mind wanders randomly. I like to record these moments for posterity. It’s funny to watch how all the different thoughts appeared in my head and the little trail that my brain follows from one subject to the next.


There was a Pop Warner football game at Las Vegas High School today. It made the street on the way to my house (coming from the airport) very crowded with carloads of rooting families and friends. It was cool to see so many people out with their families though.


That new fire station is almost done. Yay. Now we don’t have to wait so long for help. Although there is one that is closer to my house than the one on Hollywood.


Hey, they opened up a Bath and Body Works in that shopping center on Charleston and Nellis. You know, the one with Walmart, Ross, 99 cents Only, Office Max and all that other crap. Sally’s, the UMC Quick Care.


Tupac “died” at UMC. Before I moved to Vegas I thought, University Medical Center wow, he had expert attention. Not to be funny or anything but after living here and seeing the different hospitals I would rate UMC like Killer King in L.A. or any under-funded county Hospital. Poor Tupac.


5 minutes until the movie starts. I don’t even have any popcorn. Oh wait, maybe I do. Hm. I need to go look. Moms has been buying hella microwave popcorn lately. I won’t tell you why. Let’s just say if you ate one bag of microwave popcorn a day, you wouldn’t need Metamucil or any of that fiber stuff.


Wow that was more than you wanted to know huh.


Playing Dominoes on yahoo is a trip. All the people with high ladder rungs are afraid to play anyone below them. I don’t know why. They are assholes about it though. It makes it hard once you reach the lower hundreds. You can’t advance unless you get someone higher to play you. Boo to them.


Ok two minutes. I have to go get my blanket and get comfortable on the couch. The neighbors are watching the fight. I can hear them screaming. Who won?


Hey. I gave you a rather large dose.

good saturday morning

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I am up way too early on a Saturday morning. I’m still sleepy. I think I will go over to Starbucks and have some coffee. I wanted to get my hair cut today at the barbershop and buy some dye so I can color my hair. I’m thinking honey blonde. I’m not bold enough to do platinum. I don’t even know if it would look right with my skin coloring. The afro is out of control though, it needs to be cut down just a little bit.


I still get up and check my email every single morning.


...


I hate how AIM is so messed up lately. I leave my SN signed on and put my away message on so people that come on during the night can leave me notes. I get up this morning on a pop up window is showing that says “The last message could not be sent because you are over the rate limit.” Now, I wasn’t even sending messages so how could that be? It was stuck on some time last night when a lot of you were showing on my buddy list too. When I clicked ok on the message it shut AIM down completely and I had to restart it. So whatever messages people left for me during the night I did not get.


I’m reading Sex and the City right now thanks to Kevin. I expected it to be just like the television series but it’s not at all. I’m going to write about it later so I won’t ruin all the surprises but the first big thing I noticed is that the characters on the series do not match the characters in the book. More on that later.


Last night I spoke to the ex-boyfriend on the phone for an hour. He was super excited that I took the time to talk to him. It was a trip. I’m glad he didn’t try to steer the conversation in the direction of “come see me” or “can I come see you”. We stayed on neutral topics. He told me about his new job and his grades in school and what’s going on in his life. I told him about my life (well parts of it anyway). It’s funny. Now when people ask me how I’m doing and want to get into details I’m almost tempted to say, “Read the book,” and point them to my website. That’s super lazy isn’t it.


So another weekend has begun. My mommy always takes me out for pancakes on Saturday. YUM!


Yesterday I got to eat some food that Juan Carlos cooked. Damn that boy knows what he is doing in the kitchen. I told him he was going to have to marry me and cook for me all the time. My mom said that Juan and I are both too high maintenance to get married and that if we did we would probably end up living with her so we could spend our money on clothes and the ten pairs of shoes each that we would probably leave by the door. I thought that was pretty funny. I had my mom take pictures of me and Juan Carlos together. I told him to pose like he loved me and he put his hands on my shoulders. My mom told him if he really loved me he would put his hands on my tetas. I started laughing and grabbed his hands to put them there but he jerked them back and said that he is not “fresh”. Is it that or do you really not love me Juan Carlos? (just kidding)


Everyone wanted to go see “The Wash” last night but I was too tired and just not in the mood to sit in a crowded movie theater on the night the movie opened with all of “my people”. Y’all know how y’all act in the movie theater, I don’t even have to say anything.


I’m supposed to be getting dressed. We have business to take care of this morning.

adult decisions

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Adults make adult decisions. Period. Even the most immature adult makes decisions at least somewhat aware of what the potential outcome may be. It is the way of life.


I make decisions on a daily basis. I make the decision to spend no less than $6 every time I go to Starbucks. I make the decision to drive a Chevy Blazer knowing that it takes $20 to fill up my tank every time and I don’t mind. I like looking good in the truck and I will pay the price for the gas (not to mention the car note) because of my enjoyment of said vehicle. I make the decision to smoke weed with my friends. I know that people say I am killing my brain cells and I fully accept that. I know that I will sometimes forget things that just happened a minute ago because the weed has left me stuck on stupid. I accept that as a result of my decision making.


YOU made a very adult decision to pursue me. You made the decision to call my house even though I had never given you my home phone number. You made the decision to call my job twice a day, call me from payphones and whatever else you had to do to talk to me. You made the decision to send me email after email expressing all this emotion that YOU said YOU were feeling. When I asked you if it was all too much, YOU made the decision that it was not.


Accept the outcomes of your decisions please. Be a man about it. Please don't try to shift the blame over to me by saying I have some mysterious "power" over you. I don't. I simply allow you to be yourself and feel your own feelings and express them freely to me, something that you are obviously not getting elsewhere. You can be mad about me saying it, that is your choice. I am making the adult decision to express how I feel and I seriously think you are being full of shit.


Nuff said.

kinky thoughts

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I decided to rename this front section of my site (call it a blog if you must) “kinky thoughts”. Basically that is all these are, my thoughts on various subjects of interest to no one other than me. Well that’s not necessarily true. There are a lot of people who find the things that I like interesting. I just mean to say that these are all my own personal kinky thoughts. I do this for me. Sometimes I have to remind myself of that when I’m thinking of things to write about.


At times I have felt the need to censor what I was going to say because I know that certain members of my family and close friends read this space. I realize though that my 150MB of space is mine to do with as I please and I should be able to use this outlet that I have created for myself to its full potential.


So to you I say that while your feelings and emotions are important to me, my feelings and emotions are important to me too. It is important that I feel comfortable enough to express myself freely and without hesitation. While every effort will be made to protect the privacy of the people I care about, I will not sugar coat or pussy foot around any issue that deals directly with me and has directly impacted who I have become as a person. Taking control of these things, being able to talk about them, write about them and cast them away is what will help me to grow and progress in my spirituality. I hope that you will understand.


I called it kinky thoughts because well, my thoughts are kinky.


:)

random thoughts

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I really like playing dominoes on Yahoo. It’s a good game when you have a worthy opponent. I only play double sixes though, not double nines. I’m not into all that kind of counting. I can count the board with double sixes. :)


So I have two new books added to my library thanks to a very sweet guy. Thank you! Sex and the City and The Beat Hotel. I am pleased as punch. I have already started reading Sex and the City but you knew I would, didn’t you?


So I am about to curl up in my bed with a good book and read until I fall asleep.


Before I forget -


I must have been nervous or maybe I am already experiencing PMS or something because I was eating so much chocolate and junk food today! It was disgusting.


I = Tarzan, Starbucks Coffee = Jane


It’s getting colder in the desert now. Not so cold that it’s unbearable but it is definitely noticeable that the temperature has cooled down. I need a new pair of boots. I love how I can turn the change in temperature into an excuse for shopping.


I purposely turn that “Girls, Girls, Girls” song up when my mom is in the car with me so I can hear her say that “Jigga man why you treat me like animal” part Unfufu style.


She still keeps the air running in the house even though the temperature has cooled. No comment.


I feel the need to work on a new layout.

the cookie fell on the floor

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We have the ability to control all aspects of our lives through the power of our minds. We can make choices and follow paths that will ultimately lead us into destiny. We are always the captain. Our reality is a product of our own creation. In the end we have no one but ourselves to blame when we don’t get or have the things we desire.


Desire is a very strange thing. When you want something so bad as to covet it constantly you can feel as if you are under the influence of a very powerful drug and indeed you are. The drug is lust. Lust can make things seem glossy and shiny when in fact they are just as matte and dull and everything else.


I stared at that cookie day in and day out. Looking at it, I saw it as soft and chewy and scrumptious, indeed something that I desired for myself. I imagined that the cookie would be soft to the touch and yielding to my fingertips.


I stared at that cookie with desire. Day in and day out. That cookie became the object of my obsession (affection) for two solid weeks. I stared at it so hard and so much that I think the power of my mind actually moved the cookie. That cookie slid all by itself from my desk onto the floor. I gasped as I watched but in the back of my mind I saw it coming. I leaned over to look at the cookie on the floor expecting to see it still intact, it’s softness protecting it from too much damage. The cookie was broken in quite a few pieces. I poked my finger at it. I guess the cookie wasn’t what I thought it was after all. Maybe in my mind I built the cookie up to be my ideal. In reality the cookie was only a romanticized fantasy of my ideal and not the real thing.


This is the last time I will ever talk about the cookie.

random

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Hate on Michael Jackson all you want, he is still the King of Pop. I saw his special tonight and I actually had to cover my mouth with my hand to keep myself from screaming out loud and waking everyone up. It was late at night after all.


I watched Michael Jackson dance and move his body like he was still recording “Off the Wall” in the studio or something. The boy is bad. I’ll have none of the Michael Jackson hatorade drinking at my site. Keep it to yourself homey.


Energy. Today I experienced some really negative energy. I must really be making strides in trying to keep my spirit positive because since I encountered that negative energy earlier today I have been bothered. I wish to keep a constant flow of positive energy around me but it sometimes feels like opposing forces want to win the energy battle. Don’t worry, I will not lose.


Thank you for all the well wishes for my family during our time of loss. The funeral is tomorrow. Closure. That is what it’s all about.


Sleep has become a valuable commodity for me so I will keep this brief. I have to get up in a few hours.

the cookie

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It’s funny how you can think that you want something so bad one minute and then realize all the reasons why you shouldn’t have it the next. Isn’t that hilarious? Life humors me like this sometimes.


The perfect chocolate chip cookie. We all have our own idea of what the perfect chocolate chip cookie is. Our perfect cookies may differ, but to the individual it is divine indulgence exemplified. I have my own version of the perfect chocolate chip cookie. I want the cookie to actually be chocolate too. I like regular chocolate chip cookies ... but there is something about a dark chocolate one that does it for me. Just the color alone is beautiful in its own right. Deep, dark rich chocolate goodness. The cookie would have just the right firmness, but would be soft enough for me to sink my teeth into slowly, again and again. The chips wouldn’t really be chips at all but big, sweet chocolate morsels that melt when my tongue touches them. I want that chocolate to dance in my mouth. I want to feel it warm inside my mouth and let my tongue roll around the gooey stickiness before I swallow it and let it leave a sweet aftertaste on my palate.


I had an opportunity to have one of these cookies, but I’d be stealing to do it. It belonged to someone else and they only had that one. It wouldn’t be right for me to take the cookie even though I so desired it. So I coveted that cookie. I watched it every single day, staring at it and wishing that it could be mine. It seemed like the cookie wanted me to have it. After all, it was just lying there in perfect view on my desk. But it belonged to someone else. Stealing is wrong, isn’t it?


I picked the cookie up, held it to my nose and inhaled its sticky intoxicating scent. I imagined what it would be like to have this cookie for myself. I imagined the taste of it on my tongue, its texture in my mouth and the way it would feel when I had consumed my fill of it.


Then I put the cookie down and walked away.

hideous kinky... size matters

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Previously on hideous kinky size matters we discussed men who lie on their dicks. You know who you are you sorry mother fuckers. Bragging about how you are swinging long like king kong and you pull down your pants to reveal the mini corn dogs they sell at Weinerschnitzel.


In the spirit of keeping it real my man Romel has decided to let us see what he is working with. Damn boy, you got a badoonkadoonk! Watch yourself. He also said he likes to be rode...both on his dick and on his tongue He wants a woman that can keep up with his sexual appetite. The right lady will be satiated every single day.


What do you think ladies?

edit: the links associated with this post are all dead so they have been removed.

death in the family

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Yesterday, an hour after I had sat down to work at my desk, I got a phone call from my cousin Sharmayne letting me know that our Uncle David had died. It didn’t come as a surprise. His liver had been eating away at him for a long time. It is still sad to lose him. It’s even sadder to watch my grandmother have to bury yet another child too soon. He was only 48 years old.


When I think of my Uncle David I think of how he didn’t take any shit. When we were younger we used to call him Mr. T as a joke because all of us kids thought he looked like Mr. T. He used to live in a house that was down the block from my grandmother. I loved spending the summer over my grandmother’s house because I’d be close enough to go play with my cousins Paulette and Michelle every single day. We’d make the trip up and down the street all day long going back and forth from my grandmother’s house back to Uncle David’s.


My Uncle David was the first person to ever take me fishing. He bought me a yellow fishing pole and took me, Michelle and Paulette to a lake. I remember he was proud of me because I wasn’t afraid to touch the live bait like my cousins were. I wormed my own hooks and everything. A happy memory.


Everyone in my family says that my Uncle David made the best chitlins. I will have to take their word for it cause I don’t eat pig guts but I know that he loved to cook. I remember he used to have this huge barbecue grill in his backyard and I loved it when he grilled. Especially hot links and ribs.


I remember they used to have this cat named Minnie and she had all these kittens. My uncle’s house and garage was so big that there was a bonus room off the garage and that’s where we would play. We would pretend that Minnie’s kittens were our “pets” when we played house. That room was big enough for us to divide up into four sections so Michelle, Paulette, their stepsister Tanisha and I could each have our own individual homes to play house.


I remember when my uncle used to have his van. I used to love to ride in the back of it. It was a great big white van. We could sit back there and play on the way to wherever he was taking us. He used to buy me soda and let me drink as much as I wanted.


I’m glad I have happy memories of my Uncle to hold on to. I’m glad that I still have six other uncles on this earth that I can love and laugh with. I’m glad my family is so big. We will be able to pull out of this.


Yesterday everyone was over my grandmother’s house in Los Angeles. I even drove there for the day with my mom. There were four generations of my grandmother’s family sitting out there. Her children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren. It was a wonderful site to see. I took lots of pictures, which I will post later when I get home. While we were all standing outside talking and just enjoying being with family my grandmother looked out from her seat on the porch and said, “Look how many children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren I have. I am really blessed.”


I agree Granny. We are all blessed to have each other.

more motherly cuteness

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So I was talking to my mother about Aaliyah’s latest single, “Rock The Boat”. I was remarking on how sexually suggestive the lyrics are and how I was surprised she had made a song like that. My mom, in her best freestyle fashion sings the following lyrics when the song comes on in the car:


Rock the boat
Rock the boat
In the middle
In the middle
That’s not it
That’s not it
A little to the left
A little to the left


She said that’s her impression of what Aaliyah is doing. Giving an inept brother directions on how to hit it right.

you got a black mama if

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My cousin Tomika emailed this list to me today and I thought I would share it with you along with my personal experiences with the items from this list.

You have a black mother if....


1. You've ever been called downstairs from
upstairs or to the back of the house from the
front of the house to get the remote, change the
TV channel, or fix her a clean glass of ice water.
My mom was notorious for this shit when I was younger. Damn. She would do it especially if I had company over. When it would really irritate me is if she would send my younger sister in there to tell me to do it. I would be thinking, “Damn lady! You had Jennifer right in there, why didn’t you ask her?”

2. You've ever been hit with an extension cord, a
switch, or the nearest shoe.
We didn’t get hit with extension cords and I have only gotten one whoopin with a switch. I guess I can thank my white daddy for that because he wasn’t down for that shit. My mom did have this big black belt hanging on a hook in the kitchen that she used to whoop asses with. Me and my brother used to try to hide it but we later learned that her having to search for the belt with which to whip us only made the whipping worse so we cut that out real quick.

3. You've ever had to pick your own switch off
the tree and she sent you back because the one
you picked was too little.
I haven’t had this happen to me but I did see it happen to my cousin Sharmayne and it was pure comedy.

4. You've ever been burned on your ear with a
straightening comb.


Yes. I’ve been burned on the ear, the neck and the forehead.


5. Your ponytails were so tight you got those
little bumps on your head.
Not my ponytails but when my mom would put corn rows in my hair those shits were tight as hell.

6. The white people in the school office
(principal, secretary, etc.) are scared of her.
You have a black mother if ....


Ok Funny story here. When I was a junior in high school I was enrolled in Spanish 3. I had just transferred high schools and the things the class was covering in my new school I had already covered at my old school so it was an easy “A” and I was bored in her class. This caused me to be a little disruptive to my classmates. My teacher called my mother to explain this to her and that I was as she put it a “problem” in her classroom. My mother told her, “Monique is a problem at home. So from 8am – 3pm she’s your problem and I will worry about her when she gets here.” Another funny time was when I was getting suspended for beating the shit out of some bitch and because she happened to be shorter than me the dean told my mother, "It's obvious Monique had the advantage over her. Look how much taller than her she is." My mother already knew that the girl had hit me first and it was in every statement of all the people who had seen the fight so my mother said, "If she put her hands on Monique then she got an ass whoopin she deserved."


7. You were scared to go home when you had a bad
report card.


Was that the longest fucking walk home or what. My mom’s would sometimes fool me too by playing it off and asking me a question about a class I had been ditching to see what my response would be then surprise me with the news that the teacher had called to tell her that I had been MIA for the past three weeks. (it was sixth period, sue me)


8. Alcohol, peroxide, cocoa butter, and Vaseline
were the main items in the bathroom cabinet.


Not my mom’s house but my granny’s house sho nuff. Not to mention the blue magic hair grease and magic shave.

9. You've never been grounded? just beaten.
I was grounded a lot. I would also lose phone priviledges too. That sucked cause my moms would tell people when they called, “Monique can’t talk on the phone because she is on punishment for bla bla bla”. I’d get to school the next day and people would be like, “Damn, your moms said you ditched class for 3 weeks and that’s why you on punishment.”


10. You've ever been pinched for going to sleep
in church.
I used to get in trouble for giggling and laughing with my brother at religious meetings.

11. She made you participate in every church
activity (Choir, Jr. Usher Board, Easter Play,
Christmas Play, etc.)
None of that shit.


12. She ever came inside and picked you up from a
school dance in her gown and hair rollers.
Oh I’m so glad my mom never did that.


13. When you ask her for something, her response
is.....You got a job??


I had a job so she would say, “Where’s your money?”


14. You've ever been beaten for something your
sister or brother did just because you were around.


LOL. This happened all the time if my sister Jennifer got in trouble. It seemed like my mother couldn’t whip her without whipping me too. So If I knew my sister was getting in trouble I got ghost quickly…


15. She vacuums every day just so the carpet can
have lines in it.


Ok that is not my moms.


16. You've ever been told to turn off the TV, get
off the phone, or sit down and be quiet when it's
storming outside because the Lord was doing His
work.
Neither is that.


17. You've ever been hung up on for calling her
collect.


Not this either.

18. Friends, family, and friends of the family
try to keep you out of trouble because they know
your mother and how she is.
Now this is true. My Auntie Harriett used to be the one I would call and tell when I needed someone to come get me cause I was in trouble at school. I’d be like “My mom is out of town. You have to call my Auntie, I’m staying with her.” My auntie was my partner in crime. It’s funny cause she was (she died) my cousin Sharmayne’s mom, and my mom was the one Sharmayne would call because my auntie didn’t take no shit either.


19. You were afraid to call the child abuse
hotline.
Bahahahahaha. One time my mom hit me with one of her crutches (her ankle was broken) and my brother was like, “You should tell the child abuse people she hit you with that crutch.” My response, “That will only make it worse.”

20. She has to pray to God, "Lord, please don't
let me hurt this child!?" before she gives you a
whippin.


If anything we would be praying that the whippin wouldn’t last long.

stan is the man

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HofstraCrackHo: added a FAQ section to my site
HofstraCrackHo: http://www.turbanhead.com/main.html
summer of 1971: cool
summer of 1971: how much crack do you smoke?
summer of 1971: that should be one of the questions
summer of 1971: answer: as much as five dollars can buy me
HofstraCrackHo: five dollars?
summer of 1971: ok twenty dollars
HofstraCrackHo: sheet me luv you long time for five dollars
summer of 1971: LOL


and more
summer of 1971: i'm bored
summer of 1971: and want to go home
HofstraCrackHo: no one's stopping you
HofstraCrackHo: prop up a cardboard cut out of yourself and leave
summer of 1971: lol

...

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I didn't write anything for NANOWRIMO today. I did write about 25 haikus some of which I can't remember and won't be able to recover but it's ok. Natalie Goldberg says you're doing all right if you can toss your writing away and never think about it again.


For the record I'm not angry. Disappointed? maybe. Let down? yeah. Angry? No.

fo shipple my nipples

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summer of 1971: oh
summer of 1971: did you see my tetas yet?
allaboutgeorge: I did.
summer of 1971: hahaha
summer of 1971: i love it
allaboutgeorge: Your comments software comes up hard to read.
allaboutgeorge: One panel's blue and the other's white.
summer of 1971: yeah
summer of 1971: i need to fix the writing
summer of 1971: let me do that now
allaboutgeorge: In that entry where you mentioned it, I said the script wasn't a bust.
allaboutgeorge:
summer of 1971: i noticed
summer of 1971: bhahahahaha
allaboutgeorge: Perhaps someone wants to be your bosom buddy.
summer of 1971: bwahahahahaha
allaboutgeorge: I'm sure they had the breast of intentions.
allaboutgeorge: Fo shipple my nipple.
summer of 1971: ok you're getting blogged
summer of 1971: fo shipple my nipple
summer of 1971: that is too much
allaboutgeorge: Heh.

my mother is so cute

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We have white carpet in our condo all the way throughout and in every room except the kitchen. The rule when you enter our house is you have to remove your shoes. This doesn’t usually cause a problem with guests because they take off their shoes while they are in our home and then they put them back on and take them with them when they leave.


Now a girl like me has a million pairs of shoes. And I will admit that I have a bad habit of leaving my shoes at the door and not picking them back up until either I’m forced to cause the door won’t open or I need to wear a particular pair that I left there.


This morning as we were getting ready to walk out of the front door my mom looks down at the accumulating pile of Monique’s shoes by the front door, looks at me and in her best Biz Markie voice sings:


“You got shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes, shoes all by the door.”


Tell me my mom isn’t cute.


If you don’t know, she was singing to the tune of Jay Z’s “Girls, Girls, Girls”

yo mama jokes

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Because Kelly started it I have to rerun my list of yo mama jokes:


Yo mama so dumb she thought Taco Bell was a Mexican phone company.
Yo mama so dumb she sat on the tv to watch the couch.
Yo mama so dumb somebody told her it was chilly outside so she went and got a spoon.
Yo mama got one leg and her name is Ilene.
Yo mama hair so short she rolls it with rice.
Yo mama hair so short when she gets braids they look like stitches.
Yo mama so black she sweats oil.
Yo mama so skinny she can hoola hoop with a cheerio and tap dance on a dime.
Yo mama so old when she was in school they didn't even have history
Yo mama so old she still owes money to Moses.
Yo mama so bald i can see what's on her mind
Yo mama house so small she stuck the key in the front door and knocked out the back window.
Yo mama so skinny she gotta run around in the shower to get wet.
Yo mama ain't got no legs but always tryin to kick it.
Yo mama been on welfare so long they got her picture on foodstamps
Yo mama tongue so strong she can blow a bubble with a Now n Later (nowlaters for all my ghetto fam)

top 20 bumper stickers for women

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1. So many men, so few who can afford me.
2. God made us sisters; prozac made us friends.
3. If they don’t have chocolate in heaven I ain’t going
4. My mother is a travel agent for guilt trips
5. Princess, having had sufficient experience with Princes, seeks frog
6. Coffee, chocolate, men. Some things are just better rich.
7. Don’t treat me any differently than you would the queen.
8. If you want breakfast in bed, sleep in the kitchen.
9. Dinner is ready when the smoke alarm goes off.
10. I’m out of estrogen – and I have a gun.
11. Guys have feelings too. But like…who cares?
12. Next mood swing: 6 minutes
13. And your point is?
14. Warning: I have an attitude and I know how to use it.
15. Of course I don’t look busy … I did it right the first time.
16. Do not start with me. You will not win.
17. You have the right to remain silent, so please shut up.
18. All stressed out and no one to choke.
19. I’m one of those bad things that happen to good people.
20. How can I miss you if you won’t go away.

happy birthday mommy

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Today is my mother’s birthday. I won’t reveal her age because she hides it so well I’d rather let everyone go on thinking she’s only 35. She had me when she was 12. (just kidding)


Mommy,


I am so happy to have you as my mom for the past thirty years. You are truly a beautiful person and obviously the universe has some purpose for you because you came through two bouts with breast cancer and you are still kicking. That says a lot about the power of divine order and also your will to live. I hope you never lose your zest for life.


Ever since I can remember you have been the mom all of my friends wished they had because you’ve always been cool, hip and in the know. How many teenagers can say they had no curfew and were free to do what they wanted (within reason) in order to enjoy being a teenager. All of my friends from childhood still consider you to be the favorite “team mom” and I am happy because I have you by blood and nothing can ever break that bond. I'm a spoiled moody brat and you put up with all my shit. You cook my dinner and you give me hugs when I need them. You make me laugh constantly just being you. I have fun with you.


So here is to another 35th birthday and maybe tonight we can go to the club so you can show everyone that you know how to do the Harlem Shake.


I love you mommy,
Your baby.

updates

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Last night I went to watch Danny and his band play at the Borders in Henderson. I love it when I get to see them play acoustic sets. I think I like the acoustic sets better than I like their electric shows. Anyway, they have music available on their website for you to download so you need to go check out Crashdove right this minute. KTHXBI.


In other news I am done with the afro pics. I realize there are some of you out there who were not aware but yes that was an afro wig! My afro could not go that fast in the three months I have had the relaxer cut out of my hair. I only wish it was that big. I have made some minifro pictures so that you can get an idea of what my hair looks like now. When I initially cut it it was very short. It’s getting wooly now and I think I am going to get it braided either next week or the week after.


I was going to drive to L.A. today with my mom but we found out it is raining in the city. I don’t like to be in Los Angeles when it’s raining. They drive like idiots already, no need to add water to the mix. I love the fact that since I live in Vegas I can make a spur of the moment decision to go to Los Angeles and it’s not a big deal.


So everyone is getting on me about my coming soon projects and I get the most requests for the ass shrine. The ass shrine cometh, have no fear. I am editing the dotcomments portion of the shrine so look for it later this week. As for the other sections it’s all a matter of me organizing my folders on my server. Which won’t really be that difficult since I’ve already started the process of moving things around.


I’m presently uploading pictures from my camera and I think I have some really good shots that you will all like to see. Stay tuned.


I’m getting it together, honest.

woke up this morning with a smile on my face

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I woke up feeling good today. Got some good news yesterday that is going to make a difference in my life and it’s for the better. Don’t you love it when things work out? I am not at liberty to elaborate at this point. Later in the week when details are ironed out I promise.


Someone has been sending me poetry and I like it a lot.


Someone played on my phone last night and I didn’t like that a whole lot. I know who you are by the way. It wouldn’t have been so bad if you had been man enough to call back and admit that the joke you were trying to make was in poor taste and that maybe you didn’t mean anything by it. I could hear you and your cohorts whispering to each other. Grow up you dumb assholes.


George continues to be my Jiminy Cricket of sorts, letting me know when I am straying off the path. Thank you George, you know I love you for that.


How are you guys doing with NANOWRIMO? I’m going to do okay I think. I will publish some of my stuff so that you can see what I am working on.


Tinkagrrl did not steal my layout. This is an altered blogger template and I’m sure she did the same thing I did. I just took the layout and added more boxes and stuff to it to make it my own. So don’t worry guys. And anyway, unless it was some picture that I designed myself, having the same layout as me isn’t really that big of a deal is it? If you see my stories, my cam shots, my poetry or any of my other writing on someone else’s page then by all means please let me know. I’m not worried about someone having the same layout as me though. Not worth getting worked up over table sizes and pixels.


And now I have to get back to writing what had you guys hooked with just the epigraph. :o)

breathing

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Sleepily she giggled.
"We have to go" he said trying to be responsible.
"Say something sweet" she said.
"Thank you for being you."
She giggled again and waited for him to say goodnight.
"Night" he said slowly.
"Night" she said, holding the phone. She waited for him to hang up but she knew that he wouldn’t. They would end up holding the phone listening to each other breathe all night long.

the queen of vague

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I didn’t post at all yesterday! What was I thinking?


So I finally convinced my cousin Laurie to start a blog. She is going to have a personal one just for her and then we are going to work on a website together. Not going to give too much away right now but it’s a big project and both of us are sports nuts. Figure it out from there.


Yes, I am still working on the much anticipated additions to hideous kinky. I know you are all wondering about things like the ass shrine and so forth. Be patient grasshopper, it will be coming soon. It’s funny but as the days go by I think of more and more things I’d like to add to the site. This is my creative outlet and it’s the best one that I have had so far. I like what blogging has done for me.


My focus on entertainment is changing. I still want to entertain you, but I’m thinking of bigger and better ways of doing it. I think I’d like to take the focus off of me on the front page and maybe put all my personal Monique stuff on a page of its own. My ideas for how I want thing to be arrange are already worked out. The blueprint is drawn; it’s just a matter of me putting these plans into action.


I didn’t start writing my NANOWRIMO project last night. I was too busy doing other things. Projects, projects, projects! I have tons of things going on right now. I’m excited about the project with my cousin especially because it’s something that I have wanted to do for a long time but knew that I wouldn’t be able to maintain it by myself. With her I will be able to do it and do it right.


Yes, I am the queen of vague but this is how I get my thoughts out. Love me!

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