Living Single
Living the single life: single parent, single mom, just plain single.
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Going Out By Myself
I don’t mind going out alone. This time, I was supposed to see a free preview but that didn’t work out since I wasn’t camping out in the hot ass sun for several hours.
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Attack on Finals
If finals were giant monsters, it would be appropriate to say I was under attack. I thought I was doing so well, pacing myself and getting ahead on all my assignments. Yet, despite what I thought was careful planning I find myself inundated with multiple research papers due at the same time and the worst of the worst: Final Exams. How did things get so out of control?
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Be Still My Traitorous Heart
I don’t know whether to be encouraged or outraged that at my age I still get all flustered in the presence of a fine specimen of maleness. Is that a good thing? I am sure my face went slack and I just stared like a goofball. I would be embarrassed at my utter lack of composure but ain’t nobody got time to dwell on that shit. The moment has passed and I can’t undo it. At least I was wearing clean clothes. Ha ha.
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For Once Let Me Lose Myself…
If I could have a conversation with my baggage, with the things in my head that hold me back, it would be with the lyrics of this song. This song speaks to the bondage I physically feel holding the best parts of me in.
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Challenge Accepted
I am surrounded by the evidence of my move and it is driving me insane. I still have unopened boxes and things that I just haven’t figured out where I am going to put them. It’s time to deal with all this clutter…
