From One to Ten

Warning:  The skit you're  about to read is based on a true story.  Certain character images have been changed in order to protect the privacy of others.

It's  a typical #CubicleLife day; and Cube Girl is

checking,  responding, and deleting emails. Although the concert was last night, she's imitating all the Beyonce moves with as many shoulder motions as possible. In other words, she's  there, but not there.  

Her energy level  is at an all time high, and it's not even 10 AM

CUBE GIRL:  Who run this mother (stank face mode)! Who run  this mother (IG pic)...Girls!!!

9:56 AM-Fifteen songs in, she received another email notification from TM.  Energy level immediately decreases to 1.

CUBE GIRL: Hmmm...TM wants to schedule a meeting with me.  I wonder why?  I haven't done an audit for her.  Have  I?  Is it just us? (reviewing the email again, and confused by the answer) Yeah, it is....hmmmmmm?

9:58 AM-Energy level 10+

CUBE GIRL:  HOLD UP?! (Eyebrows raised) She scheduled a meeting at four. OH HELLLL NAWWWW!!!!!! THEY TRYING TO GET RID OF ME!!!!"

10:00 AM-Energy Level Semi 1.  Cube Girl started to talk to herself in third person to control her erratic emotions. 

CUBE GIRL:  Hold on now Cube Girl, lets be rational about this. Woo Saahhh (large inhale) Just breathe (exhale).  This might be a dramatic moment.  Yeah Cube Girl, you tripping...she's not your immediatel manager.  She can't do that.  Let's check and see if your manager is here today anyway.  Yeah, just calm down (motioning her hands in a downward motion) Breathe girl...(inhale) breathe...(exhale).

10:03 AM-Energy Level 10++

CUBE GIRL:  WAAAAAIIIITTT AAAAAAA MINUTE!!!!  My manager, ain't even here!

[A flashback of an incident occurred in her head involving TM and Cube Girl's bossom on display. Cube Girl obviously didn't think they were out enough to be called into a room.  She accessorized appropriately. Besides everybody was doing it.]

10:05 AM-Energy Level at 10+++

CUBE GIRL:  OHHHHHHHH HELL NAWWWW!!!! They about to have her  pull me in that room, again,on their behalf...mmmmhhmmmm....just like they did last time when I wore that outfit.  SERIOUSLY!!! This is over that!  OMG they're  so over the top!  

10:08 AM-Energy level at 10++++ colored girl moment officially on.

CUBE GIRL:  Well, I ain't waiting to talk about this at fo. Damn that! I'm, going right now!  They gotta another thing coming if they feel like this is how it's about to go down (shaking her head).  Got me working until fo before they take me in the room, OH HELLLL NAWWW!!!!  Got me twisted.

[She  proceeded down the corridor, in her "You told Hopo to beat me" stance.  She realized that her energy level is still at a 10++++.  Two more cubicles to go before approaching destination, and she  was able to stabilize at an even 10.]

 

10:10 AM-Energy Level 10

CUBE GIRL:  Hey TM, you gotta a sec?

TM:  Oh, hey Cube Girl. Yeah,  what can I help you with?

The warm smile from TM kinda soothed her.

10:12 AM-Energy Level 1

CUBE GIRL:  Ummmmm...you scheduled a meeting with me at four

TM:  "Huh? What meeting?"

10:13 AM-Cube Girl  recognized TM's confusion, but proceeded to refresh her memory.  Energy level 10++

CUBE GIRL:  The meeting you scheduled at fo. I haven't did an audit for you in months.  Sooooo (random hand gestures), I'm trying to understand...why we need to have a meeting at the end of the day?

[Now the hand gestures are in full effect.  In addition, she just used the word "fo" instead of "four".  Immediately, she imagined her mother popping her in the back of her head for using incorrect grammar. She regrouped.]

10:17 AM-Energy Level 1

CUBE GIRL: "All I'm going to say is (clapping hands and speaking simultaneously to the beat of each word) I'm not going...to no conference room...at "four" (she realized while trying to make point you should always anuciate).  Soooooo (still clapping)...whatever we need to talk about....we can talk about it now (duck lip mouth). I'm not going to wait till foooouuuurrr to talk about any "work related" issues.

[Now TM is still confused, matter of fact even more than before.  Cube Girl works from 8 to 5 so why wouldn't she discuss "work related issues" at four.]

10:20 AM Level 10

CUBE GIRL:  Also, for the record! (index finger up in the air to make her point) If this is about that outfit, which was just a one time issue, I am dressed appropriately (she turns around and poses with arms cross allowing TM time to observe). SEE! TAKE A GOOD LOOK!

TM chimes in confused still.

10:24 AM

TM:  "Cube Girl, are you talking about the meeting request letting every one know about my"Office Hours" from four to five today?"

Cube Girl  here's "office hours" and flashbacks to the email she received and realized she went too far.

TM's Office Hours 4:00 PM - 5:00 PM Attendance is FYI for Cube Girl Chair: TM Rooms: 2E-Team Room 1-8/ Team Room

Energy Level 1

CUBE GIRL: (Chuckling and hands slapping thighs) Ohhhhhhhhh, it's the office hours.  

TM: Yes, office hours.  Anybody can attend.  It was only a FYI. 

Energy Level 1

10:27 AM

CUBE GIRL:  Baha ha ha ha well okaaaaayyy. A little awkward right now.  (Cracking up laughing))  I'll see you at four then...with everybody else.  Okay talk to u later...ha ha ha.  I'm going to go back to my desk, until four comes.  Soooooo... Ummmmm...my bad.  I had a moment.

TM: Are you good now?

CUBE GIRL:  Oh yeah girl, I'm good. I'll see you at four (chuckle),

Cube Girl walks back towards her desk.  She's  a little embarrassed, but yet liberated.  She puts on her headphones and back to lip syncing business as usual.  

Until next time....

No Doubt!

So a couple of weeks ago, while on the treadmill; yes, I had to point that out...I came across an article in +Glamour Magazine , 10 Times You're Just Right DAMN It! I agreed with a lot of the points but the 10th spot obviously related most of all, see below, too much to type...look for the pink arrow 

Well, In case you're out of the loop, last year I took the promotion at my job...Yayyyyy....but at the same time I also took off my engagement ring, officially. Gasp for air, no, as much as I believe in the Human Rights Campaign, the Pride Generation has not taken me under their wing; nor have I lost my mind.

It use to bother me about people's reactions, because they couldn't see that I was happy with my decision and they felt like I needed to be coached back into it.  Let's rewind..."OMG I can't believe it...he's so nice", "Giiiiirrrrrllll a black man with BENEFITS you trippin," "Well y'all been together this long...I'm sure y'all reconcile." or my favorite; "You have to go through a lot of hardships i.e. constant arguing, accusing, lying in order for you two to see that it's real and appreciate it in the end."

Now I'm typically a very positive person, it's been proven I took a test.  Sometimes being too optimistic is my downfall, always trying to see the glass as half full.  It could cloud my judgment, but thank God my realist factor breaks it down for me.   In my best Lil Kim voice..."Shall I proceed, yes indeed."

SIGNS THAT IT"S NOT A GOOD SIGN

1. When he proposes on one knee, in your house, and you leave him there and get drunk with Patron and Mr. Pure juice...probably not the best reaction.

2. Instead of saying "yes" you say..."Uhhhhh let me get back to you on that...".

3. A week goes by and you're still trying to negotiate...."Soooo, if I do say yes...does that meannnnn we are going tooooooooo....???"

4.  When you say "I didn't know Ashton Kutcher stll had a show...okay, I was Punk'd... ya'll can come out now (applaud)."

5. When you realize we met in order to introduce our best friends to each other...and now our job is done..,because they're married...that's our purpose.

6.   When you find out you're daddy declined the 40 acres and a mule in exchange for his daughter's hand in marriage...it kinda felt like a scene from Color Purple.

But Nettie you flat out can't have. Not now. Not never.

7. When you think, in the case this doesn't work, can I sale the ring on EBay in order to pay for a trip or buy +Beyonce tickets.

8. Never mind, you can have the ring back...thank God for the new career move...Me Myself and I can afford +BEYONCE  after all...uh oh uh oh uh oh.

Tickets...check...bodysuit...check...Get Me Right Pumps...check

Until next time stay tuned...

I'm Coming Out!

Like everybody else, I have a couple of alter egos. One of them, kinda like the HBIC, is Mifm (pronounced mif-mmmm).  It's a french word meaning, yes I made it up, My Inner Fat Me. I like to think she's super classy because of the whole French thing, but instead; she's super bold, temperamental, and hungry. She sounds like Baby Dee from Next Friday, and hums after she takes a bite of all her unhealthy snacks...sense the "mmmmm" sound in her name. By no means... do not get it twisted...she is a Diva.  So sometimes she gets a little aggravated when I ignore her cravings, and she might spaz out from time to time. She knows when I'm at work there is more structure. I already have a set of meals planned, and i don't carry cash so it eliminates the option of buying cookies and cake from the grab and go. But when my boss comes upstairs and lets me know that the office is leaving early, Mifm knows this is her moment to shine. Its like Diana Ross on the cover of her live album in Central Park. The only difference is she's in full drag...believe me it's not as pretty.

Oh yeah chic it's time...it is time.

As an adult you look forward to bragging to coworkers, friends, and family when your employer honors you with the option to go home early. Now although I know I should be a worker bee, I. quickly gather my belongings while singing lyrics from "Shout" and throw my deuces up like Chris Breezy. But as I head out the revolving doors of my office building, I feel sudden vibrations pulsating through my veins. I feel Mifm plotting, and I know it's only a matter of time before she is let loose. I have maintained her for quite sometime but days like this its kinda difficult, and she's letting me know Who's the Boss.

At 1:45 PM, when Mifm came home and went straight to the kitchen, I knew it was over at this moment.  Francine no longer existed. She passed the fruit bowl filled with apples, avocados, and oranges; and went for the pantry for the Aldi brand of Vanilla Almond Special K. Now you might think this isn't that bad, however; the generic brand of cereal shows its true colors because the flakes are super hard and might chip a tooth if u dont let the milk soften them. Not even considering the fruit to hold her over, she grabs the strawberry jam and wheat bread from the cupboard. After consuming five single bread just jelly sandwiches back to back she then enjoys three bowls of cereal...it had to be three bowls because just drinking the milk after the first bowl is ridiculous and its not sweet enough yet. Excuse the tone and how detail this may be, remember Francine and Mifm are contributing to this blog.

It's now 2:15 and since she is now parched from basically eating, if u think about it, a whole loaf of bread. Mifm is wayyyyy to boo-gee to drink tap water so why not drink a glass of wine from the opened bottle last night...it's 5 pm somewhere...that's how she justifies it. By 2:30 pm a sugar crash occurs and she subsides for an hour

It's 3:30 and by 4 PM, Mifm is busting out of the seams like She-Hulk. To try to manage the unacceptable behavior, Francine reluctantly gets up and fixes Mifm two more bowls of cereal....I told you she kinda punks the rest of the group.  In the process Mifm continues to sip on her remaining wine until she subsides again. At 5:15 the beast awakens because as she is highly enraged with Francine for knocking over her wine.  She bursts out in a high pitch scream/roar as she watches in slow motion her white wine go from the glass to all over the bedroom floor.

Now due to this scream of horror, Francine's son comes rushing into the room to save his mother. Francine fights tooth and nail her way back to the surface in order to calm her son, but its too late. He sees the tears forming in Mifm's eyes, and a sense of bewilder overcomes his face as he tries to figure out if he should call 911 or the priest for an exorcism. To break the ice and avoid further conflict, Francine kindly and calmly asks her son to bring the bottle of wine from the kitchen..don't judge just getting my full investment from this kiddo. Besides it's 5 pm locally now...again Mifm's justification.

Needless to say, this madness continued for the rest of the day until 10:07 pm.  If you couldn't tell by now I'm a little afraid of this chick. She doesn't care about the fact that she is sharing this body with others who have a family, career, and responsibilities to tend to. She doesn't realize that these random outbreaks are causing more fat deposits in thighs.  She can't give a damn about the fact that enjoying an excessive amount of glitter and feathers for the Caribana Festival is on the line here...shame on you if you thought it was for amateur night at Magic City. In addition, she doesn't care that her future lies in Francine's son's hands, who by the way is reconsidering putting his mother in a home.  Although a half a day should be something every 9 to 5 person looks forward to, my Ferris Bueller's Day Off moment does not quite end up with me performing the Thriller dance on stair cases. It's more of battling Mifm and avoiding gaining 5 lbs per hour.

Until next time stay tuned.

Cheers to Margaritas & Friends

Okay she totally took my words out of context smh...
But I guess a praise is a praise

 "Let me hear you make some joyful crazy margarita noise"...in my best Kirk Franklin Stomp voice.  It's here, it's official, it's National Margarita Day.  I know take a deep breath...it's like a Christmas Eve for Cinco De Mayo.

I don't know why this has been a secret for so long, but thank God for Google.  I feel like I found the cure for World Peace.  Okay, maybe not world peace, but it could bring some civility to whatever argument.  I don't know if you can tell, but I was a little bit more than excited about this day. Talk about a great reason to text, watch the news, read the paper, and use social media.

Margaritas have always been my drink of choice. I use to get them everywhere, well until Mel told me to stop making it so complicated lol...everybody can't make one that's for sure.  Shoot, I like what I like lol.   I know what you're thinking this sounds like another lush moment.   Honestly though, I really enjoy the chatting while sipping with friends.  I will always cherish those moments, OMG, I feel a Oscar winning speech coming on...hand on heart, tear tear...stuttering and overwhelmed...do you get the point lol.

Majority of my friends learned more about me and vice versa due to the two shots of tequila, ice, Cointreau, limes, and no salt on rim conversations. Goshly, it's not rocket science...I don't know why some bartenders make it so difficult smh.  Needless to say my close friends shared this drink with me. Regardless if it's one, two glasses or a pitcher; by the end of the night, or day, lol the Golden Girl theme song is playing in my head.

We all have a Betty moment from time to time lol.

So even though February 22 will always be known as National Margarita Day...yes I have to say it fully in order for it to be official, I will never wait that long to have it with the ones I love the most. Hope you enjoyed the day and the drinks rather it been on the rocks or frozen. This one is dedicated to my girls who I love like a bag of pearls.  Love you much chicas!

 Until next time, stay tuned

You ladies have been through some serious milestones with me, and regardless of how long we were apart I still feel like we never missed a beat!!

Ruzzle Trying to Make Me Go To Rehab

Sear, late, later, note, notes tone, toner, toners...ummmmm okay I need a new word...yes...triple word....one minute...I thought that was a word...let me try it again...dang it, move on...gel, leg, gear, gate, gates, gater...heart is raceing 200 beats a minute...now mind went blank... tatter, prat, par, pear, tear tore.  Buzzer sound...I used that word already?   Man, I should have used the "E" worth double the points...10 seconds left...knock it out...3, 2, 1...yes that was a good game...wait 40 words out of 365...omg I have the vocabulary of a 3rd grader. Rematch!

This is how I feel everyday when I play Ruzzle; the best app ever made, until they come out with something better anyway.  Thank you to the Almighty Father who created the developer of this 2 minute mind blowing orgasm.  I'm starting to realize that the love of this game is really starting to affect my life.  I wonder what gave it away....thanking God for it, or comparing it to sex (Phaedra Park face).  Needless to say it's my drug of choice. 

Now I' know I'm not the only person experiencing this habit...Facebook proven...but just in case you're in denial let me help you out

1.  You spent $2.99 on the game because you really wanted to know the remaining 325+ words that you missed...if you didn't know...the game is free.

Don't even front like this hasn't happnen to you...remember acceptance is the first step.

2. You're seriously contemplating spending $2.99...if you haven't already fell victim to step # 1.

3.  You rejected your mama's phone call in order to accomplish the "Not Now" achievement. Now call your mother and have a 2Pac "Dear Mama" moment...smh apologize Mom xoxo.

4.  You play the game while walking to your short journeys at work i.e. restrooms, water coolers, and vending machines  God forbid you have a parched throat or uncontrollable bladder...it's just going to have to wait...it's time for the pee pee dance.

Use the Percolator Dance beat, it's more fun to dance that way lol.

5.  You're deprived of sleep in order to play all 10 games that you have going simultaneously.  You know you can't keep your eyes open and tired as hell,  and the small sane portion of your brain is praying that the competition won't ask for a rematch.

6.  You wake up in the morning for work and seriously play a game before brushing your teeth or going to the restroom...mind you everybody played their turn while you were sleep.  So 2 minutes now turned into 20 minutes, and you're right back at step 5 all over again..

7.  It's 1 degrees outside and you remove your gloves and take the risk of frost bite because the app can't identify your movement with them on

8.  You realize that red lights are not as long as you thought they were, and you try to act like you didn't see it turn green until the road rage driver behind you honks his horn.

9.  All your friends are too busy to play, and you're frustrated with Ruzzle for taking too long to find a random opponent  

10.  You know good and dang well you're not bilingual, but play  Ruzzle in Russian because you can't get a faster opponent in English.  Spanish just seems like the easy way out. 

11.  You not only play your BF from Facebook, but also your associates...if they are even considered that...I mean you never even been to their profiles let along thumbs up their photos...better yet ya'll just know each other because you think you saw them around campus. Who cares, you just need an opponent.

12.  You talk so much stuff to the random opponent to the point that they won't play you anymore.  Note to self, learn how not to be a poor winner

13.  In mid conversation with your non-digital friend youuuuuuu Stop! Hammer Time, because you just won a game. Now the digital friend can't see you,and the friend in front of you thinks you're just weird....awwwkwward.

I'm getting help, obviously Ruzzle has distracted me enough. I'm a shame to say that this game is the reason why it took me so long to write this blog. Well I gotta go it's my turn...I mean I have serious business to take care of lol...don't judge me.

Until next time...stay tuned

Loosing My Senses

A young lady walks into a DMV ready to renew her licensebefore it expires for her 31^st birthday.  She has a cute little bun in her hair, glossy lips,  appliedbronzer, and accessorized to a “T”.  She's humming whatever song was last played on the radio; with documents in hand. She’s a littleconcerned but not to the point where she stops practicing her smiles in hercompact mirror case.  She smiles then thinks,smiles then thinks again, and then she bows her head to pray, “Dear Lord,please allow me to get my driver’s license today…please let me get my dri…avoice over the intercom interrupts “Ticket Number 201, please approach windownumber 8.”  The young lady continues to finishher prayer “This we ask in Jesus name A-men...Thanks God your awesome too,” andsmiles really big as she looks above” Ding! “Ticket number 201 please approach window 8.”  She gathers her things and approaches thecounter with all smiles, “Hi how you doing?” A woman with big brown frames on her face, a Christmasy cat  sweater, and Texas big blonde hair responds “I’m good; I see youwill like to renew your license.  Would youalso like to update your voter’s registration card and address?”  “Yes ma’am I would,” the young lady replies.  The woman takes all the documents, and pleasantly surprised she has such a chippery person at her station.  She confirms the lady's weight and height, and thelady agrees…even though she may be lying just a tad a bit, but that never hurt anyone.

The woman tips her glasses down to the tip of her nose andlooks sternly at the young lady, “Are you ready for your vision’s test?” Theyoung lady replies with some nervousness, but tries to be as confident aspossible…”Um sure…yeah….yeah I’m ready.” “Great then please place your head against the screen.  Now immediately, the young lady is grossedout because as she looks at her fellow neighbors doing as told, she noticesthat they do not sanitize these 1970 edition gadgets for the next person’suse.  “Ummmm, do you have any Lysol?”,the lady asked.  With annoyance writtenall over her face, the woman replies simply “No.”  The lady recognizes the facial expression, and before causing anymore frustration she gently places her forehead and prepares herself.

“Okay Ma’am, please confirm which sides do you see theblinking lights on.”  The lady respondsquickly and boldly, “Both.” “Good Job Ma’am, now please read line number 5.”  The lady tries to adjust herself, and repeatsthe statement in a form of a question…”you want me to read line number 5?”  “Yes, Ma’am I want you to read line numberfive, please.” “Okay…Okay…line number 5…ummmm.” While constantly adjustingherself she begins to read the letters aloud, “D O V M S.”  The lady glanced upward awaiting affirmationfrom the woman, and realizes she is wrong without the women even speaking. “Ma’amI need you to read line number 5,” the woman replies. The lady is now adjustingher scarf and fidgeting even more “Okay…ummmmm…line number five…where is it?” Thewoman gasps for air and exhales blowing her bang off her face, “Let's try this,read line number 4.”  The girl immediatelystarts to smile again, and regains her confidence, “yeah I can totally readthat line, V O…the woman interrupts.  “That’snot an O Ma’am.”  “Oh, ummmm…D….she looksup and see’s the woman shaking her head…oh my bad C.”  Yes Ma’am that’s correct, next letterplease.  N T Z D W”…the woman interruptsagain…that’s not a W Ma’am.”  Oh,…thelady replies…is it an N?”  “No Ma’am”…”Okayis it an M”…”Ma’am it’s a V.”  “Ohhhhhhhh,the lady now in her duh mode, now I see it…it is a V.”

Before the young lady continues to waste more time the womaninterrupts, Ma’am do you wear contacts?” The young lady helplessly shakes herhead side to side, “No Ma’am…I do not.”  Theyoung lady goes back to putting her face on the gadget and immediately stops when she hears the women's voice…”Wellwhat about glasses?” the woman states. The lady responds with her shoulders in her chin and shamefully shakesher head no.  Again blowing her bangs offher face, the woman states, “Please read line number 5 again.”  The young lady struggles through the entireprocess and get’s 4 out of 15 wrong. The woman now shaking her head with her mouth wide open, “You did notpass your vision’s test.”    The lady nowrealizing how this might be a problem is quietly standing awaiting averdict.  The woman leaves her, at thecounter, and heads to the printer to obtain more documents.  Nervously the young lady breaks the silence, “Does this mean I can’t renew my license?” Hesitantly, the woman responds with a lot of concern.  “Yes, you get your license, butpleassseeeeeee promise you will get your eyes check as soon as possible.”  The young lady nods her head dramatically inagreement and continues to proceed with her John Hancock.

Needless to say I took a great picture, and  scheduled my doctors’ appointment forMonday, January 27^th.  Ialways thought my reason for almost hitting people was because pedestrians arenot looking both ways before crossing the street, or the reason why I’m lost isnot because I can’t see the street signs, but because I have no sense ofdirection.  But Ms. Debra at the DMV has definitelytaught me otherwise. People would think that the City of Chicago is really justsuper money hungry because obviously I’m an easy target for ticket fines, getcaught up on my previous blog Excuse Me Mr. West.   TomorrowI’ll be entering my “Flirty Thirties”, and I’m down to four good senses…it’s been scientifically proven that I have good hearing, ifI don’t hear you it’s because I’m tuning you out on purpose lol…just kidding.

Until next time…stay tuned.

Encore Love Jones Encore!

So remember my previous blog, I Got A Love Jones…Not, all about my experience on seeing one of my all time favorite movies turned into a stage play.  Well unfortunately, I didn't see it then, but needless to say I saw it on Saturday, and absolutely loved it.  The play was great because it just reenacted this roller coaster ride called love.  What’s even weirder about it is that I hate roller coasters, but love the idea of being in love.  I think my girl Rihanna said it best I’m drunk on it.  Wow…I see myself really opening up to you guys...I might need to rethink this lol.

"Gone With the Wind Fablous" Anyway, I liked how it related to the current times by adding social media.  It’s not like the movie is Gone With the Wind old, but it did come out in 1997, and so much has changed since then. Facebook, Instagram, Twitter etc.,  have their share of drama in people's love life.  They just add another loop or 100 foot drop to the roller coaster.   You know back in my day…lol I had to laugh at that…gossip was the destroyer of the relationship, and it might have only stayed within the group of possibly 10 to 15 people.  But with the help of FB that all changed…now you can simply Google a couple and there will be some type of link directed to a social media page. It’s like living in a small town with a population of a million.

Just scream all the way down Anyway, I've been in love...some good, complicated, or I just want, notice present tense now; to jump out of plane without a parachute.  Again remember, I’m a little bit over the top these are feelings not reality...somewhat.  I never give up on it though, because I think I deserve it just like the next.  Some might think that I’m living in a fantasy world because I think my love life should be like a movie.  I don’t mean Menace II Society love either…which I think is crazy because some people actually relate to that type of love and respect that more than the Notebook or Ghost.  Duuuuhhhhhh why wouldn't I want to believe that I will be a happy widow seeing my husband coming back to life through a body of Whoopi.  I understand that all relationships should have ups and downs so it can be appreciated more.  But I don’t believe your downs should be the highlight….is that crazy to think that way…hmmm…I ponder. One of my favorite scenes

In the play they mentioned this saying “YOLO” You Only Live Once....which now I believe I'm quoting Drake...smh.  Obviously in my second life I’m coming back as tree only loving summer and spring seasons, but until that happens this is the only life I’m concerned about right now.  So I’m going to continue letting love knock on my door, and letting it in.  If it works… it works, but if it doesn't  it won’t stop me from living…FACT.  I’m happy I had the chance to see the stage play of Love Jones and shout out to Margaret Mahdi and The Mahdi Theater Company for putting together an awesome show.  It’s nice to see that other people are drunk on this thing called LOVE too

Until next time...stay tuned.