My first day back at work after being home for the weekend is determined to be one of those truly shitty days culminating in me having it out with my boss. By the time I leave I'm so wound up, so irritated, so tired, I can't stop grinding my teeth. I fish my phone out … Continue reading "Spaceships Don’t Come Equipped With Rearview Mirrors"
Seriously. You know how they say 30 is the new 20? (Or maybe it's 40 this week-whatever old broads are saying to make themselves feel better.) I've got another one.Men are the new women.No bullshit.Take, for example, this convo between myself and K.B.:La: Feel me on this shit, that relationship shit just ain't really what … Continue reading Men are the New Women
So you should come over tonight and let me cook for you. I throw down in the kitchen with dinner... and breakfast too. Your call :-)Oh you're pushing it.Just come over after work. Lemme cook. I'll let you know.Stop playing so damn hard to get and just let a nigga do something nice for you.Who … Continue reading The Next Day…
"This is La.""Ay, slight change of plans. You gotta evening gown?"And that's how I ended up at some black tie function on Kappa Boi's arm. Luckily enough for him I had a red gown in the back of my closet that I've been looking for a good excuse to break out.I met him at his … Continue reading
I barely wake up before the texts start."I'm downtown tonight. An event at that lounge where we first met. Wear all black. You're on the list."I'd smile but my jaw is clinched.I cycle through the new texts, emails, and IMs I've gotten overnight.Still nothing.In the light of day, I feel slightly calmer. I'm not nearly … Continue reading The Games We Play
"La seriously, slow down love. I can't understand a word you're saying."I'm yelling and cursing. My Atlanta accent is pouring out so thick I barely recognize my own voice."La! LA! What the fuck is goin' on?"I stop. Not slow down, I all out slam on brakes."La?""Yeah.""You with me?""Yeah.""You ok?""No.""You wanna talk?""No.""Come see me tonight. Downtown. … Continue reading One is the Magic Number pt 2
My skin feels hot. My face is flushed, vision blurry. My mouth is dry, like someone scraped the skin off my tongue with sandpaper. I'm trembling and rocking back and forth.I'm so damn angry.In my head I'm walking mental circles, building it up, breaking it down, deciphering, decoding, deliberating. Except I can't THINK straight. I'm … Continue reading One is the Magic Number