I can't even make this SHHH up LIST and other shit

*** I cannot, I repeat, CANNOT even make this stuff up***


1.have u ever seen 2 old ass people fight?
2.albertson's, 7pm.. fight in produce
3.little, fragile old lady throwing tomatoes at her fragile husband
4.then she rams him with the car... this is where I intervene
5."excuse me... u really shouldn't beat him up in the store, someone
may call the police on you"
6. old lady replied, " Mind your business, this is a private matter!"
7.I walk away laughing... everyone in the store is laughing
8.I walk into the meat department and she is throwing cans at him
and ramming him with the cart..
9.is you don't believe me... ask Arlyn, he was on the phone with me when the
whole thing happened....
10.Again, I tried to help the helpless man, but the old lady attempted to
attack me with my own cart.. LOL (yea she was about 90)
11. Me in response to be attacked by the crazy old lady: "Hey, I fight
old people" LMAO whatever .....ya'll would have done the same thing...
12. Old lady: "Fuck off"
13. Me: LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
14. Gay dude..."That's just evil" in his best Diana Ross voice.
15.Jamaican dude: "See I am glad u are here to see this because the
man always gets blamed.That is just wrong for her to beat that man up"
16.Yes the ENTIRE store was involved
17.I look up and notice his seraded teeth that were EXTRA yellow.
18.He notices ME **blushing* cause I think I'm cute
19.Giving myself props ** gotta do that sometimes**
20.Right Teej ;)
21. so he gives me the cheesiest line
22.I'm trying to bring ya up, baby not down
23.here comes larry
24.offering pictures of himself
25.the shirt said," I'm sick of these TIDE azz hoes"
26.Why black people, Why?
27.next cheesy line...
28.every car need a spare tire and i will be that spare tire to
help u and give u everything u need...
29.Yes, that is how he signed the picture.
30.I spotted 3 jheri curls in the DMV
31.Yup 3 and one of them was fresh out of the bag
32.Finally got my plate... I settled on So Poetc

33.I think dee is really crazy
34.so guess what I did this weekend...
35. I played with a stripper
36.the same one from a few years ago
37."I never dreamed you'd leave in Summer. You said you would be here when
it rained... Oh I never dreamed you'd leave in summer...."
Common feat Lauryn Hill "Stay"
38.I miss him from time to time

39.Every time I see him it sets me back like a whole month
40. I seen him on Saturday night at my sis's bday party
41.It started out bad
42.It ended with a kiss
43.I'm tired of people mistaking me for a latina
44.that ain't what I'm taking Spanish for!
45.the boy started Jr.High..must be nice to have a momma that dresses you like this:


46.i'm going to try NOT to cry.... I CRIED!
47.i'm so worried for him
48.i worry way too much sometimes
49.3 days off and I am tired as hell
50.you would've thought I got some sleep... fat chance!

The weeks trauma's and other misc. drama...

This weekend seemed to drag on. No matter how much I did, time slowed
almost to a stop. At least on my watch. Everyone and everything seemed
to go on around me as if I weren't even there. On Saturday I had a plan.
Get downtown and school shop. I'd asked Aaron if he could go since he
was more familar with the kinds of stuff Marquin likes. He agreed and
I told him I would pick him up around 10am. Well, when I overslept by
20 minutes, I immediately grabbed my phone to let him know I would be late.
He answered 15 rings later and informed me he would not be going. I was
furious. This was the 3rd time he'd broken plans in 2 weeks. I'd had enough.
I gave him everything short of a full fledged tantrum. I was beat. I shopped alone.
Anyway, school shopping is done $450 bucks later.. *SIGH* If my baby ain't gonna
be the best dressed little boy there...


*** Next Dilemma***
I'm soo scared about my son starting Jr. High. Is that just the mommy in me?
I mean, I know he is a smart boy. He is a carbon copy of me. The girls have
already started flocking and he has already begun his little secretive moods.
I'm scared for his safety. I'm scared of what he might be exposed to, but
most of all I'm just sad to see him grow up so fast. I never realized my little
baby would grow into a little man so quickly. **sigh**


**** Weird Men***

Weird Guy# 1... Met him at the super market. He came off really nice
until the initial phone call.

Me:**laughing at a myspace pic, I answer the phone** Hello?

Weird Guy: What are you doing?

Me:Who is this? ( a bit annoyed)

Weird Guy:Larry, from Albertson's. Whatcha doin?

Me: Getting ready for bed (it's Sunday)

Weird: Dang I wanted to see you. So when do u think I can see you?

Me: **Hestitating** Maybe next weekend

Weird Guy: Well you know I got my own place and stuff, so u can come over here
and spend the night with me.

Me: Ahh No, I have my own bed sweetie, plus I don't sleep with people I don't know

Weird Guy: Hold on Aiight... ** weird guy never comes back or calls again**

And trust I wasn't looking forward to another call.



Next Weird Guy, we'll call him Mr. Talker

Met this guy on BP ( yea I already know better!) BUT he is Handsome, and he is NOT
from Cali. He just got to Cali last week via Virginia. He seems very nice but he
talks A LOT. And when I say talks a lot... well, see for yourself...

Ring!Ring!Ring!

Me: Hello?

Weird Guy: Hello, This is the guy you met on Bp, wassup

Me: Not much how are u...?

Weird Guy: yadadyaydaydyadyaydaydaydaydyaydayadya on and on and on
until I FELL ASLEEP ON HIS ASS...












***Conversations with Dee***

For those of you who don't know about Dee, he is my co-worker. We actually
sit right next to each other. My first impression of him wasn't that great, but
over time I've grown very fond of him. It's like the old saying,Never judge
a book by it's cover! And trust me, there is a lot of story beneath the
dull exterior. Dee is short for Deraymion, but instead of confusing our
customer's with such an unusual name, he's shortened it to just "DEE". There
are many times throughout my day where I hear him saying, My name is Dee... D-E-E
or Dee, like A-B-C-D... it's quite funny.

Anyhow, our conversations range anywhere from politics to religion.. with all that in between. I would define Dee as a free thinker, meaning he has an answer for everything. LOL He's a bit of cheap skate and he's always looking for new and improved ways to save a dollar or two. He keeps me laughing and sometimes I don't
know how I would get through my day without him... here is a typical conversation:

Dee: Aye, do you ever write stuff that the customer doesn't say in the notes.
Being that you're a writer and all.

Me: Naw, I just write what they say.

Dee: You never just write whatever

Me: No!

Dee: Man, I do, but it only happens after lunch. It's like my hand
goes number or something and I can't control what I write.

Me: Laughing.. Dee, you're crazy.






**Special Note*** I am going to be writing a special series Called, WHY Black People, WHY?... Stay tuned.. LMAO

Work it out Reese!

Well, here's the scoop. I'm all registered for school. I dove in head
first sparing no excuses. Hopefully, by the end of the semester I
will understand spanish a lot better than I speak it... Now, if I
could only get these book costs under control.. (lol) I joined the
Gym... (officially) Been in 3 times this week. I can already feel the
difference. I'm dedicated to maintaining a busy lifestyle. I have
to... it's the only console my mind has.... I'm ok. I'm feeling fine and
sleeping well... that's a start. Now, when I get rid of these extra
pounds, I might have to get all Beyonce' on ya'll. I'm good on men
right now. Really I am.

I'm Just Reese...

IT came to me last night, while I was laying half naked in my bed,
ALONE, surrounded by darkness: I don't NEED him anymore!!
The longing has left my body and any hopes of happily ever after has slowly dissipated from my soul. He is gone and in his place now are the sounds of a hissing mechanical toy. This is my life.

I laid there waiting for IT to happen. Squinting in the dark,thinking
HARD about anything that would carry me away from everlasting loneliness.
Nothing happened.Shit.
Maybe I do NEED him, I thought. "Nope,you don't", my mind replied.
Think Harder I told myself.
Conjuring up any image I could fathom that remotely resembled a MAN.
2 minutes later I laid there exhausted from my efforts to attain sexual
stimulation. I gave up. I turned over on my side and drifted off to
sleep.6 hours later my alarm sounds in the silence like a school fire alarm.
It startled me out of my dream...it's still dark.It seems as though I've lost
my drive to do anything more except work.I spent this past weekend just hanging
out with my mom and laying around my house.I didn't spend one penny.
Which is a blessing, I guess.

Usually when I get this low,I shop.It's like having my own personal therapist. I love shoes and recently gave away about 40 pair.( A gesture that was definitely a sacrifice in itself)But,I have no desire to purge myself inside
of some bright,busy department store.That's too much like Happy.And Happy I am not.
I walk at the beach a lot and tonight I'm off to the gym to become another
spectacle in a sea of perfect bodies. Sounds like such fun.Hooray! A nice bag
of chocolate should suffice, with nuts please...then maybe,I will head on over
to the stair master to step my fat away.

It only gets better, they say. Well, someone let me know when better gets here.

The Wednesday, (Blah blah Blah) Middle of the week list

1. i think i've mastered the art of arguing via text messaging,
while driving in traffic
2.why the hell would he send me a picture of himself, with all the
hoes phone numbers listed in the message details?
3.he deserved to get cussed the fuck out!
4.4am comes much too fast
5. i wonder WHY time doesn't fly by as fast when my ass is at
work listening to these crazy people
6.yea he is fine as hell...
7.but, he belonged to another co-worker( who is somewhat a friend)
8.still wouldn't mind playing with him.. after hours that is..
9.*wink*
10.blah blah blah blah....
11.and blah again
12.it's what i feel today
13."i take a shot of hennesey, now i'm strong enough to face the
madness...nickle bag full of cest weed laced with hash"
it ain't easy...Tupac
14.the end

The overdue "Weekend" list

1.Upon my entering Vroman's bookstore,"Excuse me ma'am,can you direct
me to the African American section"...clerk replied,"We don't have any
fiction,only HIStory stuff"
*Thought to self*, "Do I look like I came in
here for some fucking ZANE or Jerome Dickey? Dumb bitch"
Actual reply...
"Thanks, but I would like to see what you have.."
2. Needless to say I didn't buy any books from that place
3.My car has now reached a certified gansta status..limo tint windows,
loud stereo, crazy driver...LMAO
4.when the hell did I start numbering my lists?
5. that damn Teej.. and here it comes... FISTING.. LMAO
6.This is my 2nd week of 6-5pm M-F.. last week it took it's toll
I cannot be responsible for the person I am AFTER 5pm.
7.I spent way too much money this week..
8.But Hell, that's what I'm working all this OT for right? that and
school clothes...
9.When the hell did the laundrymat get soo WEIRD.
10.Damn I miss my washer and dryer in Vegas :(
11. First weird episode... I'm sitting on the folding tables
yaking on the phone.... Weird guy # 1 says, "That's my sister,
you have a pretty face." He then walks away.
12.OKAAAY.. so my face is pretty, but the rest of me must be
pretty ugly... LMAO
13.Yea Perry, I had to re-think that statement... not that
most appealing line to say to a lady... LOL
14.Weird Guy # 2.. ok he is going to require a few lines.. lol
15.He's playing Basketball in the parking lot.. uhhh there is
no hoop
16.I'm walking to my car and he runs up to me and asks,"Ah, do
you have your cell phone charger? I need to borrow it?" Weird
guy is sweating.. and panting like a dog...
17.WTF? My cell phone charger?? who the hell is he? Felicia?
18.My reply," get the hell away from my car, FOOL!"
19.He ran away
20.Why the hell is everyone pregnant?
21.Every friend or Family member with the exception of 2
are with child and on their way to the alter
22.I picked a fine time to be single
23.Yea, I never felt so SINGLE in my life
24.Hung out with Shamika on Saturday... cool cool cool
25.we always end up shopping and eating
26.side of the road fruit is the shhhhhit
27.ya'll ain't knowing about the fruit lady *wink*
28.i didn't eat much this weekend.. back to that *sigh*
29.can't have a list without mentioning HIM
30.Didn't see him this weekend, except to go pick up my bra
31.LOL yea my bra and it's NOT what u think
32.he looked handsome as usual
33.he is still a jerk to me and I have to remind myself
of it everytime i get lonely
34.I met another guy named..**drum roll please**
35.AARON
36.He lives where?
37.In compton
38. AND he is a Sheriff
39.No thanks, I can do without ANYMORE Aaron's in my life,especially
one associated with the fucking POLICE...
40."Fuck yo couch, Nigga"......."I'm rick james bitch!"
41.That was the best shit ever!

Black Panther vs Uncle Tom

Here's the scenario:
Strong, Assertive, Black man. Stands for
Something, Falls for nothing! Pro Black Revolutionary in every shape...
Loves his Sistahs
.......When you see him, he has a beautiful, black woman on his arm...
He's Proud....Then suddenly


He moves to Cali... Big City, Hollywood, beautiful scenery; beautiful people.
The black woman he once had on his arm has been replaced with a
blonde haired, blued eyed, skinny white woman. What Changed?


The reason I am even talking about this issue is because I
have a friend who was all of these things I mentioned. In fact, he
wouldn't even date a light skinned, (mixed) black woman like myself.
So when he called me out of the blue a few days ago and said, "Guess
what, I moved to Cali!"... I wasn't surprised. I wasn't even surprised
when he asked to hang out with me... it was when he began to
tell me that he EXPLORING other races... My first thought was, WoW...
Because I KNOW him. Then he said, "Oh yea, I've been dating a white woman"..
That's when the shock set in...and what's even more shoking is the fact
that he does not understand WHY he is getting so much flack behind
his NEW choice. Well.. I will elaborate...





My mother is white. My father is black (and indian..lol) My mother
actually is a decendant of 1st generation immigrants. My grandmother was
from Yugoslavia...her family escaped a deconcentration camp and immigrated
here in the late 1940s. My grandmother married my grandfather, (of irish decent)
and then my mom came along.............Long story short. My grandparents
separated.. my grandmother ended up marrying a black man and having 4
more children. She left my mother and her sisters/brother to pursue her new
life... 10 years later I came along under similar circumstances...

My mother met my father in High School. 2 years later I was
born. My father's mother is black. Her family originated from the south,
but relocated to Detriot in the early part of the 20th Century. My great-grandma
had a hard life from what I know and she was a desendant of former slaves.
I don't remember her because she died when I was a little girl. My grandfather
was full blooded indian. His mother was cherokee and his father blackfoot.
My great-grandma Thomas lived to be 97. She died a week before I had my son.
I had the wonderful opportunity of knowing her. As you can see, I come from
an interesting Mix. However, I identify myself as black. AS does SOCIETY.


Well all that BEING said, my being MIXED doesn't necessarily mean I agree
with interacial dating. I think I've said this before, there are serious
emotional ramifications that many people don't consider before they join and
bring a mixed race child into the world. I suffered endless abuse at the hands
of other children growing up. My teens years were turbulent as I fought my
way through an identity crisis that my white mother didn't understand and my
black father didn't care to understand. I was stuck. So now, I live my life
day by day and for the most part on the RARE occasions I am faced racial
adversity...I have the ability to cope with it in a more positive manner.
But I still hate that all too famous line," Well, you don't look black"...
That's as bad as telling a black person, "Well you don't ACT black"
WTF does that mean?




Now as far as my pro black brothers jumping ship and skiing with
the snow bunnies.. personally, I have no respect for Black Men that talk the
talk, but don't walk the walk... What do u think?

Midnight Madness...

I'm working a lot lately. Basically from 5am to 6pm.. I am at work, on my way to work, or coming home from work... and ANYONE who KNOWS me... Knows that when
I get depressed, I work. Needless to say, I don't get much sleep...
There are rare occassions in between being asleep and awake that I have great ideas. My words flow poetically and eloquently (this however, is NOT one of those times).
I can write ENTIRE stories during this time... or even poems.. And they sound
perfect... the bad part is I can't remember them when I wake up.. Oh well.

I feel restless. I told my friend today that I feel so out of place. Like, ok what do I do with myself? I am NOT unhappy.. I'm ... well, I don't know what I am yet.

I have weird thoughts too! For instance, I'm driving down the street and all of a sudden, I think: I'm really a man. I feel like a man sometimes. LOL I mean, for whatever that is worth. Since I honestly have no real clue on what being a man feels like, but I sure don't feel like much of a woman nowadays. I digress. *sigh*

I hate hairy legs, but I'm too lazy to shave mine... and why is that some women
can have 6 kids and have a completely flat stomach, when I had just ONE and my stomach looks like a hippo's ass.. More of my wonderful thoughts. I wonder if midgets
ever have eating disorder's like anorexia or bulemia... and why isn't there ONE mexican that can drive?

p.s. I swear if ONE more person calls my job and says, Honda's are
supposed to last forever! i'm going to strangle them...
Teej, I need some here... lol