I physically need crap food right now. Its pouring rain right now. And I’m trolling for mcdonalds fries like a crack fiend.
okay
April 1, 2009dessert
April 1, 2009Need some. Don’t have any. Off to the store.
ahhhhhh
April 1, 2009Peace. And quiet. Tog is down for the night. She drives me mad. But she has always reliably gone down for the night at 7-ish. And she goes to bed happily, gathering all her animals and books and everything else that needs to be in bed with her. Including of course, Blankie and Paci. Her two best friends.
It feels like she just woke up. And now I’m right back where I started blog-o-rama, in bed!
Not for good though. Gotta start the grown-folks dinner. Just taking a breather. Need a Family Guy or Will and Grace episode right about now.
Prancer vs. Aliya
April 1, 2009Just found this comment from my boy Anslem stuck in my Spam folder. No idea why it landed there…
Been meaning to say this, not sure if you watched Flavor of Love 2 or I Love Money 2 (sorry, my guilty VH1 pleasures) but I’ve always thought there was something about the girl “Prancer” that reminded me of you. Her voice and mannerisms seem very ASK-ish.
Nah, Ants. As Wendy Williams, Thembi and Luvvie might say, if they were all one woman, Flavor Of Love is too much ig’nant, negroidian tomfoolery for me to take in one sitting. I’ve said it before, if I want to see that mess, I can go right on over to Walnut and Munn and bring a lawn chair.
Dear Readers…Who is this Prancer chick? And why would my boy Ants say such a hurtful thing. I coudln’t possibly remind anyone of a reality television personality. Could I?
Was she normal? Did she kiss Flav?
We don’t look alike at all. Except we both have a dimple in the same place.
And obviously, she’s a little chunky. Not nearly as tight and buff as me.
I don’t get it. Someone tell a sister something.
Heartache
April 1, 2009I miss TG. She’s with her mom this week. She was with us all last week.
Even though she’s only two miles away, when she’s not here, it feels like something’s missing.
Tog runs up to her room and says, “Where’s Sissy? At Tati’s house?”
(Tati is the Creole word for “aunt.” That is what Tog call’s TG’s mom. TG’s mom is of course no blood relation to Tog. But still, she needs a title. Since TG’s mom is from Haiti and I’ve picked up phrases like “Tati” and “Nene,” from her family, I thought Tati would be a good title for TG’s mom.
Anyway. If Tog cleans up her act and gets right, I’ll try to swing by Tati’s house later so we can see her and TG.
Oh. And can I tell you how much it warms my heart that my little girl loves her some Tati? Me and TG’s mom have grown a lot together over the last five years. And we all function as a family. It’s dopeness.
Aliya S. King 