On Blackberries OR why my life might be boring....

This is what I think those people furiously typing on their blackberries at all times of the day are talking about...

This is a friday afternoon conversation...the reason why I pay an extra 30 bucks a month so that I can have email on my cellphone[obviously smh]:

articia to me
show details 3:07 PM (13 minutes ago)

Damn, I need an extreme make over!

Thinking abt. Doing something drastic, with my hair. Not sure what yet....

Hmmm
Action without study is fatal. Study without action is futile."

------------

Rebekah A. to articia
3:13 PM (8 minutes ago)

from Rebekah A. <>
 3:13 PM (8 minutes ago)

 me too. probably a weave....i'ma die from the heat

live,laugh,love - sent from my google phone

__________________

articia to me
show details 3:17 PM (6 minutes ago)

Lol....I'm thinking of cutting hair and coloring it?.....
Action without study is fatal. Study without action is futile."

____________________-

Rebekah A. to articia
show details 3:24 PM (0 minutes ago)

are we really having this conversation on email??? lol. drinks tonight!!!!

live,laugh,love - sent from my google phone

Happy weekend folks!

This gnat has a death wish....

(who knew gnat has a 'g' in it????)

seriously. the lights are on in the basement. there's a heavy water logged blackness outside and every bit and piece of bug is eyeing my comfy couch thinking they're rather be in here with me. this one gogetther managed to squeeze itself through one of the holes in the screen put there by a fluffy orange cat (angered by his captivity) intent on attacking the mangy cat gang outside -- only to find an invisible screen preventing his attempt to be the head pussy in charge of the back alley way of of the bergen street houses (what what!). i assumed that this bitch of a bug was going for the smooth brownness but as it glided through the slow lazy circles i was offended to realize that the dam bug is passing up on all this chocolately goodness and headed for the inside of the 'sterling silver rose' colored nail polish...

huh?

all that work and planning. to commit suicide? thoughtful. a well planned death. can't hate on 'em.

but  wait a minute.

when i realized what was happening i was morally bound to prevent this knat from takings its life...never mind that it would be in a manner that would also be inconvenient to muah -- seriously i can't contemplate using polish with gnat bits in it. so i gently blew him (giggle) gently on his way.

well (as my mom says) I'll be dammed...if that wasn't a clever fricking way to get past me without getting squashed -- i don't know what is...lovingly blown on ur way as opposed to squished against the wall...

genious frickin knat - genious....

Summer nights, jokes and therapy...

Whoops.

I haven’t been around, no? I have been taking deep breaths of honey suckle scented summer days and walking around my town until my once smooth and lotioned feet looked like they’d been dragged through the Sahara

- ‘ashy’

(pocket lotion, look into it).

I spent some nights smacking at big bugs (and always missing… where is that old man from karate kid when you need him?) while looking out over a lake and suffering through the fluffy brain numbing sequel that was SATC2. But more importantly, I’ve been spending quality time with my girls and learning about myself…fun times (can you smell the sarcasm?)

Lately we’ve been spending time sharing and comparing dates stories…well bad date stories – those are the best – did I tell you about the one with the Jamaican guy with the [huge] mole who hates educated black women because he feels like they sell out the movement to bring down the Europeans? No? Bookmark that one…

We were trying to figure out when does everyone think it’s the best or appropriate time for the first kiss and dam it if I’m not some sort of prude (by accident of course). Girls answer: When you feel it! Second date! First date no tongue! Guy answer: As soon as she lets you (uhm yeah, that wasn’t a surprise) – I was thinking really? I thought it was like the third date or something – LOL – whoops. I guess Jamaican guy was right…I’m a spark killer, (no buddy, your mole with the pores and the hair growing out of them was the spark killer…). So now I’m the girl who waits until she meets you’re mom before she kisses – thanks for the joke Jas. Now what crazy thing will I have to do to get rid of that reputation!?!! (wink)