Thursday, January 29, 2009

Caramel Apple Spice

If you've read any of my blog posts from the summer, you know how much of a starbucks hoe I am. Like seriously I need to be a Starbucks Rewards member or something (it costs $25, but on some real shit im considering the investment). My new favorite drink: the caramel apple spice. Its an orgasm in your mouth. Like for real that drink is freakin awesome.

If I were a stripper my name would be caramel apple spice. Well, maybe caramel spice for

I've been doing waaaayyyy too much shopping for real its not even funny. Between visits to the nail shop, purses, and shoes, my poor little paycheck just dwindles. But despite all my shopping, I've saved more money now than I ever did before (imagine THAT) so I guess I deserve to buy something every now and again...

Thought for the day: 20/20 hindsight is a bitch sometimes...

Saturday, January 24, 2009

A New Blogger On The Scene!

Brilliance must run in the family.

My 10 year old cousin Nia (who is really more like my little sister than anything else) has just created her own blog...and snapped! So of course, being the big cousin/sister that I am, I gotta promote her page on my page. So if you've got a few seconds, hop on over to and see what she's done.

Im so proud of her!! =)

Monday, January 19, 2009

The Best Medicine?

Im a big fan of tyler perry movies. They're funny but they deal with real issues.

So tell me why halfway through Meet the Browns I was crying?! And I don't mean stray tear crying. I mean body shaking boohoohoo shut up with all them tears crying. Dramatic "them aint even real tears" crying.

I know why I was crying. It had been building up for weeks. First of all, I was scared. The movie drummed up a few of my insecurities about the way my life is heading and where I could have been versus where I am now, and where I might end up. So I was crying for myself. Second...I just got over a breakup a little while ago and im still kinda reeling from that. Add in stress and day to day pressures and I think I deserve a tear or two.

They say laughter is the best medicine. But laughter is a short term fix. Laughter makes you forget, but it won't make things go away. I had nightmares (even if I just dozed off for 20 minutes) for days, every day, without fail, until the night I cried. I haven't had one since.

Does that mean tears are really the best medicine? What do you think?

Friday, January 9, 2009


It's been so long since I last posted that I almost don't know what to write anymore.

What's been going on with me? The holiday was a whirlwind of good times and bad times. I almost didn't have a Christmas spirit, then found it just to lose it again. We won't even talk about my New Years...let's just say there's been a couple of HUGE changes in my life as a result that I don't feel like I can talk about right now because it's all too fresh and I haven't yet learned to control my emotions regarding it.

Have you ever been so tired it makes you angry that you're as exhausted as you are? Or so sad that the thought of crying hurts? Or have you ever been so happy that people can spot you from a mile away? I've felt all of these things over the past few weeks.

I've been working my ass off at DSW, and for the past couple of days I did a project with one of my previous bosses. The experience was certainly worth it. It reminded me of what I really love to do, which is work on a project that involves high organization and a certain level of independence. It also reminded me of how stressful that kind of employment is. I've had a dull headache for three days and my diet has consisted of pepsi (I'm a Coke drinker myself but when it comes to a caffeine fix I don't discriminate), flamin hots, and brownies. Plus the occassional ramen noodles or ravioli.

For the record, I'm not going back to Dekalb this semester, and if things go the way I want them to in Chicago, I'm never going back. It took being at home for me to realize that I don't like the college town scene. I like to be in the city, where I can work and transportation is easily accessible and there's a Walgreens or McDonald's on every corner and where I can work a decent job and go to school as well and finally get my life back on track from the *ahem* stumble I just took.

OOHHH. And a bit of sadness (for me, at least. It's nothing earth shattering). I have to part with my beloved Tweety coat!!!

Give me a moment so I can compose myself.

That coat has been with me for the past 3 years. It's made it through the harshest of winters, the mildest of falls, and springs, and the forgotten tone of summer. The Tweety became a little trademark for me when I first got the coat and made me easily identifiable to the world. It was a little big, and it spit feathers in my clothes every time I wore it, but it was a good coat nonetheless and it will be missed.

Now I've moved on to a more fitted Southpole coat. Not gonna lie, I really like the gold accents and fur around the hood, and it fits me much better than the Tweety coat. But still.

That's basically all for today...I promise I'll start writing more when I'm not so tired all the time.