Thursday, June 30, 2005

Nah, nah, nah,nah...hey, hey, hey...GOODBYE!

Today is my last day at my current job and I am happy as fcuk! I'm moving from the Non-Profit Association world to the "real" non-profit world. I will be doing events/sponsorships and I'm so excited to be trying something a little new (I've been doing events at my current job) and I'm just really excited to go because this was my time for something new. Hopefully the things I learn in my next job will help me in whatever the hell I end up doing with the rest of my life. I'm still up in the air about I want to write, expand my website into an empire for black women, make hair products and sell them, start a t-shirt company???

Hell, I don't know I might do it all...THE WORLD IS MY OYSTER!

Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Ain't no Holla Back Girl...

What the hell does that mean? I ain't no holla back girl? Seriously, can someone answer this question and tell me? I kinda have an idea, but really I'm just clueless. Yet, I sing the song when it comes on with so much authority.

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Monday, June 27, 2005

No panties with necessary

Whew, finally a blog of my own. A place where I can ramble and muse at will. So, here I am with a blog and nothing to say...don't you hate that?

Okay, let's start with my title: No panties with necessary
Am I the only one who just started going "commando"? I've spent so much time worrying about panty lines when the clear answer is don't wear any drawls *yes, I said drawls*. Unfortunately, the hubster thinks not wearing any panties is a shall I say...déclassé. But hey, what do guys know? I'm thinking this is a black thing though, ya know! Like, I think that a lot of black people think it's a little skanky, but white girls have been on the no panties thing for a minute and we're just now catching up. I say to hell with what people think, Shit... No panties with necessary

I want to be a bougie black girl...

I want to be a bougie black girl...

I want to be one of those fly jazzy chicks who went to Howard or Spellman. I want to be the girl who wasn't the first person in her family to go to a University. I want to be in a long line of negro professionals, fourth generation at least.

I wish my mother was in the Links and I was in Jack & Jill. I wish I had fly black and white or sepia toned pictures of my relatives in the 20's doing Harlem Renaissance-y things. I wish I could map out my family tree and say things like, "you know Great Uncle Phillip was the first negro dentist in town" or "oh, that's Uncle Clayton, you know they named that street after him in Macon".

I want to be one of those hoity-toity black chicks who took piano, horseback riding, and ballet. Where was my coming out at the debutante ball? Where was my Sweet 16? My Tiffany Oval Tag bracelet? My first Coach bag?

Dayum, if I can't be one of those chicks can someone teach me that sense of entitlement? that veneer of impenetrable cool?

Truly, I'm happy for my life and I've been blessed, so it's okay that I'm not an authentic bourgeois black chick....I'll just fake it!