okay...my new spot is up and running. see u there.

i'm counting the minutes. one. two. three. four.

i didn't eat lunch @ lunch. i'm hongree for really now. those kfc cajun wings r calling my name. yes siree. this guy is groovy. my coworkers now know 'bout phan (my dream man - hey that rhymes! heehee.). they r worse than family i tell ya. the single red rose he gave me is sitting on my desk. they're going to tell me that he had to do betta than that and give me a dozen. fuck that and fuck them. one rose is fine w/ me and that's all that matters. they then wanted to know how we met. i started to share and then realized that meeting him @ the american legion "chappie james post" isn't the most romantical. but fuck it right? bodies disappeared around us as we danced. that's serious. *wipin sweat from brow* i'm having flashbacks. ha! i find myself wanting to learn more 'bout where he comes from (haiti). and is it corny to ask him to speak in french, greek, or any one of the otha languages he speaks? i wanna know, really. *smile*

i'm on some sound of music type shit....*singing* oh what a beautiful morrrrning. oh what a beautiful day..."

anywayz, i've got class tonite. me and my fellow leftie sista are going to cut up. i'm looking forward to that. oh, let me clue y'all in. i'm taking a class called "the sweater workshop" @ the yarn store. there's eight ladies...all right handed except me and deb. so sometimes demonstrations look a lil weird to us. we have a ball tryin to figure out the correct way to do things. lefties of the world unite!!

wiz and c r comin over to talk "business". i wonder what's up.

i'm sneakin out early....those chicken wings r callin my name. just call me pookie. [peace]

everything outside looks frozen. winter is on its way fah sho.

oct 17 will b here b4 i know it and i don't have anything made for the trip. it's time i focus and keep my butt @ home. my goal is to have the site up and running b4 i leave. the shop is the only thing that needs work. so, i'm working on scarves and bags @ the moment.

it'll get done. i won't stress.

leroy, i did get brothaman's number...my head's been in the clouds for a few days now. i've been freakin out bcuz this man holds all of the qualities i've been looking for in a man (he crochets!). it's almost too perfect. i was bouncin off the walls yesterday after spending a lovely evening w/ him. the brotha is dope and he likes me. we've got a dinner date set for friday (i need a nice shawl). woohoo!!!

experiencing technical difficulties...
looks like blog spot will b my home until i get the bugs worked outta my new spot.

anywayz, the energy is weird in the office today. some of my coworkers have a major attitude problem and it's getting on my nerves. i wish i could close myself inside of my cubicle. yeah, w/ one press of a button i could have my own ceiling and door. my shit would even b sound-proof. i could do my work and listen to prince malachi in peace.

i had a blast saturday nite. the show was madd fun. miss chris did her thang on stage. she's the "mama" outta the group. the first time i heard her voice, i thought i was back in church. i love her man. after the first time i read, she asked y i wasn't a feature like her and the othas. i laughed (i still don't think i'm ready for all of that). anywayz, she's dope!

from the show we went out to eat. after that, we headed to the club. my mission for the nite was to dance. i danced all nite (even to the wack songs). oh, and i met a man. i was (and still am) hella excited 'bout that. it started w/ eye contact. we stared @ each otha for a minute and the next thing i know, he was in my face asking for a dance. whew lawd! he held me close as we swayed to the beat. i swear, everybody around us disappeared. so yeah, i'm not sure where this will lead. actually, i'm not really thinkin 'bout it. whateva happens, happens. the moment was nice.


the countdown begins...17 days 'til new york!
mandara called me early yesterday morn. she was @ a street fair and wanted me to hear the music. i can't wait to get there.

i moved...

i'm ready to go home now. i haven't had much work to do lately. the last two days were spent sitting in a hotel conference room learning the do's and don'ts of business writing. i don't do a lot of writing @ work, but what i learned will come in handy w/ my personal stuff.

i'm counting the minutes 'til i can go home. so much needs to b done.

i had the best nite. me and neisha went to soraya's (a latin club here) to get our boogie on. it was supposed to b reggae/hip hop nite and noone showed up. it was us and 6 other ppl. after a while, it was us, the owner of the club, and the brotha in charge of the nite's activities. the owner started talkin to neisha and i and the next thing we know it's 3am. our conversation went from relationships between men and women these days - religion - our family backgrounds - latin dancing. the man gave us latin dancing lessons. i'm high (not onlee from the long islands i drank). i had a lot of fun.

i need to get some sleep. i gotta get up and go to a class in 3 hrs. shit. goodnite.