Thursday, January 24, 2002 :::
It's the pleasure principle oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oh! It's the priniple of pleasure!...........Let's get it crunk......in my dancery....Mary J. betta watch out! I'm gonna be haterating and hollerating all up in her dancery............What i need is a good defense cuz i'm feelin' like a criminal . I believe my brain works faster than others'. This causes me to be a less effcient thinker because i am always processing useless information. So at any given moment my brain is playing the jukebox network. I always have random songs in my head. So if you pay me i will sing. Just remember i take all credits cards except Discover , debit cards, eletronic fund transfers from your checking account, welfare cards, and pinky rings.
i'm not sure if this blog is the thing for me. i'm not sure what i would like to share these days. i rememeber when i first came to boston i could write 5 pages easy on what happened to me. i was having all of these new experiences. things are much different now with work and relationships. a lot of my old stories centered around people i met while being in typical places where one would find a date although i was not looking for one. now we rent movies and i don't meet people. the other stories also centered around people i would meet while walking around shopping and exploring. now i ride in the jeep and i don't shop outdoors, we go to the mall. but next month i will be in ATL so my friend should get me into a little trouble (maybe i could tell that story?). I will be in DC in April for 8 days and i might get into the some trouble there. but what kind of trouble? i'm not single anymore so there won't be any repeats of last year's DC trip. but when i am away i am sure that will have some sort of altercation.
Sunday, January 20, 2002 :::
am i strong enough?
not to speak your language
to be able to deal with the river between us
continuing to stand on the other side of the shore
instead of immediately building the bridge to understanding
to be comfortable with speaking two different tongues
am i strong enough?
to let you know all of me
my sexuality protrudes from my body
and it may be hard to see
that i am witty, funny, and caring
strong enough to give into my desire
not to give into your desires
or at least pick the movie
am I strong enough?
to row the boat assure
to run into the fire
to climb the mountain
to sit down and shut up
Thursday, January 17, 2002 :::
New Year's Resolutions
This is the first year that I have made them. It's January 17th and I am really sticking to one of them . It's the gym. I really love the gym and I am so upset that I wasn't going since September. I have more energy and I have something to look forward to when I get home. It really helps that it takes me 2 mins to walk to the gym. On Tuesday night I take a hip-hop dance class. It's really fun and it fufills my desire to be in music videos. Britney and Nsync better watch out! When I was younger I used to take dance classes. It was pretty fun but the place closed and I stopped going. I wasn't into it enough and too young to realize that I should have continued with it. As a result, everytime I see a choreographed music video I remember my dancing days. Well I am dancing again and I love it.
Now there has been much speculation about last week's dream. I would like to explain it a little bit and at least put some context to it.
1. I was at brunch with my mother because I was really happy about the time I spent with her over the holidays.
2. Ajay didn't come with me to visit the family in California. My coworker and I had been discussing this.
3. Jay-Z and the Roots did an unplugged special.
4. I really want to pick up a music instrument again.
Monday, January 14, 2002 :::
Dream a little dream of me!
Do your remember your dreams? I do. I remember most of the details of them also. My dreams are very vivid like movies but they don’t always make sense. I have had this dream before but it was slightly different and less complicated last time and it starred Silkk the Shocker. This time it stars Jay-Z and Questlove.
Ajay and I were in California visting my family . We were staying in a pretty nice hotel. I went out for brunch with my mother in the morning. When I arrived back at the hotel I suggested that he and I go out and sight see because he has never been to California. He then tells me that we can’t because he let my ghetto ass cousin borrow our rental car. I am heated so I go to the main floor of the hotel to let out some steam. I find this room and it is empty and I stand in it for just a second. I turn around I see Fat Joe walking towards me in that hideous blue fur coat. I’m wondering what’s going on. I say what’s up to him and continue to mind my own business. Then I run into Jay-Z. I let him know that I think he has a good flow but that in general I don’t really like his music. So he confides in me that he really doesn’t like his music and he does it just for the money. We begin chatting and what not and we really start to vibe. So we chill and I tell him my problems then we end up having some off the hook sex. Then I go to find my boyfriend and I introduce him to Jay-Z. We all start hanging out but we don’t tell him that we fucked. Why would me do that? Just act like nothing happened. Later we go back to the lobby and in that room I was in before there are people setting up for some sort of practice session. Jay introduces me to Questlove of the Roots and he says, “ I heard about you. I heard that you can sing and play the acoustic guitar.” I tell him he must be mistaken but he is sure it is me. He demands that I play at their benefit gig that night. I try to get out of it but he won’t let me (I was too afraid of the fro to decline!). I go to the gig and they are setting up and staging our places. I am still wondering why he hasn’t asked me to play or sing just so I could practice or something. Our opening act was a group of classical cellist and violinist. I go up to the group telling them how I used play the violin and the cello and I how I hate myself for not continuing in it (this is very true). I start crying and beg that they give me lessons. Meanwhile I have forgotten that I am supposed to perform. I am backstage trying to hide from Quest (pause).
