stream of consciousness: July 2003 Archives

The resume has been sent. Now all there is left for me to do is wait and see if someone contacts me. Please cross your fingers and toes for me. I will probably be checking my email and voicemails every two minutes for the next few days just to see if anyone has said anything.

Today is my cousin Sharmayne’s birthday. She is 29. Happy Birthday Sharmayne. Tomorrow is her daughter LaShawn’s birthday. She will be 9. How cool to be your mother’s birthday present. My mother was her mother’s birthday present, four days early.

Today when I get home I am going to crash in the bed and get some much needed rest. I’ve spent the last few days going crazy, getting pages and websites together. I started working on my typepad site, but I’m not ready for anyone to see it yet. Still have some changes to make.

I put the pages on hideous kinky back up. Anyone interested in reading through 2 years worth of my writing is welcome to have a gander. There are some real gems in there, especially the stories related to Pusha. I’d say that I am the black Carrie Bradshaw, but I think I do it better than that bitch.

Hm. Sex in Sin City. Sounds catchy, no?

Writing your resume has to be one of the most tedious exercises known to man. I want this job badly though, so I am willing to go through all the anguish to get things done so that I can represent to the fullest, ya heard?

I read a years worth of hideous kinky history tonight. I know people tend to frown when you toot your own horn, but fuck them, I’m tooting. I can write! When I look at what I have been posting lately and compare it to what I was posting back then, I was doing a lot better before self-consciousness killed my “blog”. So fuck y’all. It’s back at it for me.

The other night I had a long talk with the chocolate cookie man. We discussed the fact that the mutual admiration society still exists and ran through possible outcomes of the scenario if we were to cross the line. Why is it that the more unattainable a person or thing is the more you want it/them? I’ve never been able to understand that. I’m still not going to cross the line, but there is a way someone can say something to you that makes you want to just take it all off. He does that to me.

Malibu Christy and I continue to strengthen our friendship as the days go by. I’ve only had one other friend like her, and I am coming to appreciate her value as a friend the more the days go on. We just fit. Our clique is small and tight and there is no way anyone will ever be able to come between us because we’ve built up a level of open communication that I have never experienced in any other friendship I’ve ever had with a female. She thinks it’s because we’re both so fucking moody and evil that no one else likes us and we have no choice but to be each other’s best friend. I beg to differ. I told her tonight that I value her as a friend and I wanted us to continue to be friends for a long time. She told me to shut up.

I just ate pieces of Bit-O-Honey. I love that damn candy.

It’s after 1 in the morning and I am still wide awake.

I’m thinking about making some changes to the way things are set up on this page. Specifically, I’m wanting to move the little minutiae blog to its own separated page, perhaps on coffeenated.com. I’m starting to feel like it has no place here. We’ll see though. I’ve been extremely pressed for time since the summer began. I’ve been spending more and more time with the kids and less time sitting in front of the computer being a geek. I will always be a geek, but the kids come first.

Fuck it, I’m going to bed.