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Playwright. Granddaughter. Friend. Student. Independent woman of the 90's.
Living life. Cutting people (when deserved).
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If I’m going to save myself from going crazy these days turned months that will lead to years after my graduation, I must write more. Between the job applications and relocation thoughts/doubts and relationship happenings (much happening there, let me tell ya!) I need. Space to vent! Friends will only listen so much… After whole I even get bored/sick telling them off troubles. They either A) don’t care or B) have been through it and only offer water diluted advice— all of which I have no interest in.
Blog, i must use you more! I fear my thoughts will become stale and wither up and die if I don’t keep at things. Sanity must be kept! By any means!!!
Tumblr you are either going to hate or love me…
This black woman might get her natural hair wet in the pool!
Nappy will be worth it if I can get some relief from the heat
Grandma’s homemade shortcake with berries and cream!!! #food #happydance (Taken with instagram)
Few of my #nutcrackers… Collection well over 30! Some I’m not allowed to take out of the box because of how valuable they are (Taken with instagram)
Best part of Memorial Day weekend, grandma’s #chexmix #food #snacks (Taken with instagram)
like little girls play at recess… wtf is my life?!
applied to over 100 jobs, still nothing permanent … been to a bunch of open houses, still no apartment…
this whole “have to have a full-time job first then apartment” is really hard when you can’t take a job in another location when you no where to live once there…
and it’s memorial day weekend… insert moody depressed self!
… it’s not so much that i’m dying to join the real world of bills and headache but it’s more to do with i want to experience it all!
case and point, this is memorial day weekend and everyone and i know is having a bbq and inviting people over to put things on grills/etc, i want to be putting things on grills and inviting people over…
maybe i have this romantic idea of what it means to “be on your own” but i want it! i want my own toaster. i want to bitch about the electric bill. i want to have lawn furniture… is that sad? am i crazy?
it’s the little things that make the experience worth wild and i’m ready for these little things to come and be apart of my life FINALLY! i feel like i do things in such a backwards way and i know that’s my normal, i have a normal and it’s a crazy normal. ha, i have a normal. i don’t have my person but i have a normal and it works for me but i’d like this normal that everyone else has.
maybe things would be better if i bought a grill…
(i’m trying my best to let go and let God… i swear i am!)
Omg too cute! The dancing Jews!!! I thought those were the lyrics too the first time I heard it lol love it!
Not saying I’m close to wanting to get married but if I find myself down that road, I hope I’m asked in such a loving, creative, thoughtful way!
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I don’t remember when I first saw it but it was the first movie I saw a white guy/black woman romantic interaction. Coy witty banter and flirtation… Back and forth between two people and Whoopi holds her own with stunts.
Whoopi Goldberg and Jonathan Pryce!!! The last five minutes of the movie when “Jack” kisses Terry’s hand, too cute! No sex or nudity but its the sexiest thing! A simple kiss! And Pryce’s voiceover!!! Instant chills/turn-on Might have started my love of all things British… Plus the 80’s wear and music. Rolling Stone with Mick Jagger’s original nose.
Best 80’s film ever!