Online dating. The assumption that anyone who goes through the trouble of signing up, creating a profile, uploading pictures, and in some cases, paying a fee, said person is interested in making connections. With another person. As in, a fellow human being. And since none of us are telepathic, we need to communicate.
Every week or every other week, my landlord would text me that I received another package. I let it sit out in the hallway for a week or so to de-Corona before I brought it in unbox. Reactions varied from pleasantly surprised to WTF? Most of the time, I know exactly where and why I want to log on and shop, however, I’ve fallen victim to pesky social media sponsored ads. In one case, it was a podcast sponsored ad. A list of sponsored ads to which I’ve succumbed during this pandemic:
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My soft spot is when asked for food vs money. I need to earn brownie points for heaven (if it exists), so I agreed to buy overpriced shish kebabs at the cart where he was already standing. I encouraged him to order water and ordered one for myself.
I just wanted some comfort food. I had just emerged from a more-than-usual emotionally draining therapy session. I was spent, exhausted and hungry as if I had just completed a Shaun T T25 workout. I longed for a hot shower, comfy sweats and socks and my favorite fuzzy blanket to wrap around myself as I got lost in TV, or even better, a nap. The latter was not likely to happen. It’s rare that I nap on purpose. As much […]
I glance at both chairs and both working stations, but ignore both. Neither is as appealing as remaining seated on my couch dressed in Calvin Klein boy short panties, bootleg black long-sleeve souvenir t-shirt that I bought at a tailgating party for $5, and my green silk headwrap. Bright green tie-dyed socks are on my feet. It’s a bit chilly in my apartment, though not chilly enough to put on pants.
A Soldier’s Play takes place during World War II in the 1940s on a segregated army base in Louisiana. David Alan Grier plays Vernon Waters, a black Sergeant whose murder is being investigated by Richard Davenport played by Blair Underwood. Davenport constantly bumps heads with Charles Taylor played by Jerry O’Connell. The play is powerful as it reminds us that though black men—black people—are an integral part to U.S. history, including fighting in the wars, they were and continue to be treated as less than second class citizens.
It was love at first sight. I took a screen shot and added it to the Hair album. Months before I had cut off my butt-length locs of fifteen years back in April for my birthday, I was obsessed with finding and saving short hairstyles I wanted to try. People think I’m kidding when I say the main reason I wanted to chop off my hair was to rock funky parts, lines and designs shaved into my head, and to […]
Was I aware that all my emotional baggage could be tucked into a matching Samsonite luggage set including the tote, backpack, duffle, garment, and laptop bags? Of course. I wish the set could be Louis Vuitton, but homegirl does not have that type of disposable income.