It's All Saints Day and that marks the end of Halloween, but only one down for the fall/winter holiday months.
Tonight i'll take down the bats and skeletons, but i'll take out the fall leaf garland and turkey cut outs and keep an eye out for some golden mums. I friggin love thanksgivin and I've already talked to my mom about the festivities for this year because its looking like its only going to be the two of us. Which is just dandy by me. We decided on turkey (of course), out favorite sides, white wine, and Gone with the Wind.
Its going to be divine!

Last night the BF and I went downstairs for the traditional Halloween dinner of hot wings and candy. We got way more groups of kids this year than the last few...it was great. We brought down this horrible movie, starring the dude from evil dead, called The Man with the Screaming Brain. It was more Sci-fi than horror, and i was wishing for more gore...but it was fun to laugh at the absurdity with mom and the bf :)

Another order of magical mushrooms has graced our paths, but i think eating more at this point would leave me with a screaming brain.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN BIZNATCHES!!!

Today i'm rocking pink leopard kitty ears, keeping this damned office adorable. I refuse to be pushed into the candy corn earring niche...i'm not that old and administrative yet.

Thank you to everyone who come out on Saturday to celebrate one of my favorite holidays of the year! I think everyone came in costumes this year...we only had to scrounge up bunny ears for one person. And even the og thugs came decked out. It was wonderful. It seemed like everyones costumes were so over the top regardless of whether it wa store bought or put together. And thats fantastic! There were members of the clergy, plenty of folks in 70's pimpalicious gear. Two bikers. A bundle of victims ranging from jaws to r.kelly. And for once someone other than Kristina came packing a dick.

So many faces i hadn't seen a minute. It lovely to know that no matter how long in between gatherings all it takes in a shin dig to bring the peoples back together. It was a super mixed up crowd and we only had to escort one person to the door.

While looking at the state of things the day after, i always vow never to have another party. To many spills, to much trash, and waaaaaay to many cigarette butts all over fucking place. But we all know thats not true.

Sunday we cleaned and then ended up with some mushrooms of the magical sort. Oh ho, the spirits work in mysterious ways. So we ate a little somthing, turned of the phone and geeked out together. Of course it was insane, and i kept forgetting that i was tripping and having the deja vu feeling. Bizarre!
The BF is tryin to go on a trip to this chick house in the woods for another trip...i dunno about all that, but we'll see.

Hey everybody!!

A Halloween Shin Dig is planned for the 28th of October
Thats a Saturday @ 10ish...you know how we do.

Costumes are a must and there's a theme this year: Halloween of '78!
So it could be 70's, it could be spooky, it could fabulous, or all of the above!!

Bring a lil somthing to spread the love.

All these pics showed up when I googled Halloween of '78, HA!

Just call me Betty Crocker.
The BF and myself tried our hands at herbal cupcakes yesturday.
I had two for breakfast this morning and they are divine. I don't know how i got through the work day without slitting my wrists without them.
Tonight we're taking a go at brownies, and i'm making the butter this time...the bf has a tendecy to cook with the heat to high. I don't want burned butter.

Friday was a lovely blur. Lunch bellied up to applebee's bar, led to beers at the party for new attorney's, which led to happy at Sisters, then beers at Mikes. Phew. Delightful.

My mother had just informed me that a traveling Mary statue has arrived at our home and that she would like me to come over sometime this weekend and say the rosery with her. Sigh. I suppose the family that prays together stays together.

I burned one of my co-workers pretty bad this morning and it seems someone can dish all day but can't take it. Ha. Silly bitch. If she pulled her weight work wise more often i won't have to put her out on front street like that. I don't have time for lil girls wanting to play grown but not following through.

I have the hugest craving for guacamole and i have a feeling that this lil lunch at El Vez that the boyfriend has planned isn't gunn hit it. I think i'm gunna just have to buy a f ew avacados and a bag of chips and make a bowl that i can devour in the comfort of home.

I was alll fucked up yesturday.
I thought it was thursday just about all day. I was bummed when i realized it wasn't. But then i remembered wednesday means its ANTM day!!!! Joy!

A friend of the BFs came over and we all ate homemade loster fried rice and hooped and holllered at the t.v. Oh that Monique, she's gunna get whats comeing to her!!!

I'm in love with a man.

Who would have thought is possible. Yea yea..i had my proclivities, but i never saw myself fallin hard in a relationship. But the world is a mystery.

Yesturday i let him sit with me while i took one of my marathon baths...only for the lenght of a bowl tho because a girl needs some alone time. But we each smoked our perspective pieces, he sat on the toilet and i splashed around in the tub and it was adorable.

I made him watch Showgirls and put him onto the fabulousness that is that beautiful train wreck of a movie. Doesn't get much better than the quotes that this movie has got coming outta it ears, "Thrust it! Thrust it!!" and "you can fuck me when you love me" are just two of my favorites.

Tomorrow is friday and we're havin a party for the new attorneys...no work will get done tomorrow, when there's a party on the schedule its understood that the office starts drinking on their lunch break and doesn't stop till the beer is all gone. I love this job.

My co-worker is related to eddie murphy. Small world. He looks more like Charlie Murphy tho.

I got lil blue ovals of love from the heavens today!! It's gunna be a good weekend.

Wendy's make vanilla frosty's now...they are the truth. Took them long enough i'd only been bitching about the fact that they only made one flavor since forever.

I still can't get the memory of the first taste of that stuffed french toast and scrapple outta of mind.

I went on a recon mission to an ex's a drew's to get these teddy bears. All the way to west philly and we weren't even invited in for a minute, a second, a glass of tap water, to use the bathroom...nothing. So we just took a long walk through the park and i carried the bears as not to make the BF look too sweet.

We actually had a spiff on the effing sub on the way out there. Just plain sillyness. But it says somthing that stupid lil things don't turn into to anything to crazy. The beef was squashed 4 stops down the line and we were laughing and poking at each other again. He thought i was trying to steal his culinary glory regarding the pot-luck. Hey i was just trying to keep things simple. But if homes wants to go all out...then so be it. Chef's are sensitive about their shit.

I was so jealous of mister kitty this morning it wasn't even funny. I made the bed just to disrupt his sleep...fucker.

Oh the weather outside is fabulous!!

I like this warm yet breezy mixed with chilly evenings trend thats going on.
This is my favorite time for clothes...i can't wait till pay day.

I was going through a serious funk last week. Just fed up with this routine. I hate getting up everyday for work. I hate that these years of my life are getting sucked out from under me. I hate that i need this bullshit of a job to keep up my weekend lifestyle. Boooooo!
I am in the wrong hustle.

But friday came around finally so the BF, a friend of his and myself hit up the new fabulous Copacabana for drinks and munchies. The place is total Miami Vice 80's fab feel. I want to have a party there and have trays of booger sugar sitting around, just for an authentic feel of course. Everything is white and palm trees in there...fab.

After departing we met up with the reefa lady and we two coozied up in bed with a blunt and some beef patties.

Saturday i did the domestic thing because the house was in shambles. I found the source of this funky rotting smell i'd been battling for a few days...a dead mouse under the radiator. Thank the heavens the heat wasn't on...but Mister Kitty must get props any how.
After the BF got home from work we got back in the bed for a viewing of Boomerang, hot wings and some relaxing herb.

The evening brought My Babooba around from jersey and we all made our way to this club i'd had yet to check out for the largest dyke party i'd ever seen. Lemme tell you, the ladies were out to party. Apparently there was an all points dyke bulletin put out via the internets and that brought the ladies from as far as internet access could reach. Which explains the mullets, unironic or fashionable skinny jeans, fanny packs, and freshly brushed cowgirl hats. I can't make this shit up. I was wishing i had the stealthy camera stylings of Jena Klinger...but alas, you'll have to use yer imagination.
The place where the party was held was fantastic tho...PTDS, PTDMS, TPDS...i don't know what the letters stand for or in what order they go but the place was just 3 floors of nice bars, wood floors and white walls. A great blank canvas of a place. And they had these adorable light-up plexiglass chairs.
We got our groove on and the BF tried not to be in a bad mood the entire night despite the surroundings. But he's vowed that the next time i need my lesbian night out fix, i must go solo.

Sunday we all awoke, to late for church (shame on us), but it felt fab to really sleep for once on a weekend..all weekend. The boyfriend mentioned brunch and instead of the usual neighborhood diner we checked out this place in the Bella Vista section called Sabrina's. It was crawling with girls who layer, guys with beards, and tofu scramble...so you know the kinda spot it was. But as the BF pointed out, if you tried your hardest not to over hear their conversations you could get through a meal without rolling your eyes and gagging a bit. FAB food too!! I had stuffed Challah french toast and if you've gone to IHOP and thought u had good stuffed french toast you were sadly mistaken. Two slabs of french toast with cream cheese and banana smooshed between. I also got the scrapple (which i suspect is home made!!) on the side...and i was perfect, i didn't even have to specify for them to fry that shit hard.
The food was so perfect we didn't even care that it was pouring buckets and that the Nile was running down 9th street when it was time to leave. We just borrowed two chairs and sat under a overhang untill it was mangable.

So all that plus a mixed 6 pack from the cop shop AND a 2 touch down led win from the Birds made it a fantastic day!!!!

But now its back to the grind with no days off on the horizon till october..booo, columbus day can't get here fast enough.

last night the bf and i made the most delish lasangna i've ever had. Even better because it was made with love..and lots of ricotta and basil.

We were playing with the idea of having a potluck the next weekend or the one after that. Who's down??!!! Bring and dish and a bottle and lets grub and booze it up.

I havn't posted in ages. Why? Because my life has been pretty commonplace and domestic.
The boyfriends alarm goes off at about 5:15.
He kisses me goodbye at 5:35.
My alarm goes off at 6:15...i hit the snooze till 6:45 then i get up.
Feed the kitty
Shit, shower, shave and smoke.
Sometimes there's breakfast...
Down to the sub platform by 8:08...to work by 8:28
4;24 i'm on the elevator on my way out the door.
Home, hug the boyfriend, feed the kitty, smoke a bowl.
Call my mom
The BF makes dinner
Snuggle time, then bed by 11 usually.

That's it. There's sometimes variation on the weekend...but usually the weekend just holds more time to sleep and get things done like laundry and such.

Sometimes we shake it up.
Friday we celebrated the bf's graduation with his family that were in town for the day. I tired to get video of it with my phone but i was having a Jessica Simpson moment. The ceremony started at my lunch break and was right up the street, so that was convienent. I stayed till he got his diploma and then bounced. Things were completely wrapping up by the time i was getting outta work, so i met up with him and the family for dinner. We went to Mrs. Tootsie's for upscale soul food...delightful.

This weekend there was a birthday party for a old neighborhood friend of Drew's at Fiso. Fiso is memorable because its really the spot me and the bf really first had conversation and booty shaking. So we stopped by, missed the open bar and then gasped everytime we had to lay down 8 bucks for an average alcohol level drink in a little plastic cup. Booo. That place is making a fortune off of black folks and its a sin. Why people feel the need to front like they're ballers is beyond me. After some dancing, we decided they could keep their 14 dolla long island ice teas, and we routed to the nearest gas station to get a blunt and be shady. We stumbled across a bar we should have been patronizing all along and an alley full of cats and kittens...all the same color, a family!! If you need a kitten hit up 15th and Kater with some pounce treats.

Then sunday we went to church with my mom and memom. It was super adorable. I like chuch when its gospel mass and it seems we're having gospel mass all month at our church. Its nice to have someone to enjoy that with.

Thanks to everyone that wished me a Happy Birthday!! ;)
It was fantastic of course!!!

The night started off on a slow roll, but gained momentum with the inclusion of drunk tickets.
McGlinchey's fell the fuck off my radar with its flat beer. Tis a shame, cuz that place was the spot for a minute. We all have our bad nights but you do willingly serve people flat beer, thats not kosher.

Next stop was the dyke haven of philadel..sisters. Boo, you say!? If you can't appriciate the effortless camp of this place then poo on you. Its a sapphic circus, and i will always return. Also we have to remember our beginings. Don't forget your roots!
We got hammered...which was the point. Like jena boo said, u must have a system if you plan to drink all your tickets, and u most definitely can't give a shit about being pushy. When i got home there was on one ticket left in my cleavage...mission accomplished. The think about the drink special is that its a spectacular pre-game. because if u manage to get all your drinks in...u most likely set for the evening...just coasting on that binge drinking episode.
So we came, we drank, we danced a bit and cackled, and then we rolled.
Off to Bob and Barb's we went kiss the queens and get comfortable. I forgot how much i missed that place.
We only arrived 4 deep, and had planned on meeting Joe et al., but it seemed like all the old regulars were there as well. it was divine i tell you!

of course i was coerced on stage to get my birthday fuck you and shake my tail feather...i could feel the love i tell you. Especially when joe put that dollar in my cleave and drew relinquished his wallet due to my shimmaying!
I was slightly cross eyed by the time the lights came on and vowing to return this week to see Miz Tina preform...its been much to long.

24 is for the grown and sexy only!!!

Happy Birthday to me!

I had the most divine smoothie this morning. That, and the fact that i got to sleep in a bit, was the only good result from the meeting with the Dept head in the history department. Dude was late and unprepared. How rude! I specifically asked him if i needed to bring anything...nooooo, just bring yourself he said. WTF, then i get there and he has nothing of mine in fron of him, so i had to try and recall details like GRE verbal scores and such. Ass. Not to mention he was an Anderson Cooper ringer and rather snotty. You know the type of mary, grey gym hair, ok body, looks like a wine drinker. Boooooo. But i suppose he gave me some good tips for standing out in my next try. Not that he tried to hard.

But yea, my smoothie was delightful.

I got several other personal business matters this morning as well and i feel quite productive. I must get my apartment in order for festivities...you can't be a birthday diva in a messy apartment.

I noticed the other day that the West Coast Video down the street had some cheap dvd deals. And since darius took my hot box away, i'm lacking in new home entertainment. So i went to check it out, and the dvds sucked but they were also haveing a huge sale on the vhs, which i'm all about. It pisses me off that the powers that be are trying to phase out vhs...fuck that! So i got a shit load of 80's horror flicks for like 2 bux a piece. Can you say Popcorn and Puppet Master!!! I think you can, AND Troop Beverly Hill...one of Shelly Longs best.

I had a emotional day yesturday. And there shouldn't be any emotional jags cuz i'm not due for my monthy purging for a few weeks...so whats the deal!?

I got the urge to make some family calls yesturday.
Probably prompted by this weekends quality mom time spent. But it could have quite possibly been to fluff everyone for the main event on thursday.
Really tho, i called my dad cuz there was talk of short procedure for a hernia...which is a really gross concept because apparently its like yer intestines poking out...blech!
I wanted to touch base about this weekend and see whats up with all this medical talk. So he eased my fears and assured me that he'd be in town to drag me into daylight on friday. Joy.
Then i started talking to him about my Pop Pop and about how much i miss him. I was trying to get him to come to my pops this weekend, but he's super non-commital because u can do that sort of thing when your a triple OG southern gentleman. He takes his time in all things and moves at his own pace. But its a tight situation because i can't go visist him because he's a pack-rat and is embarresed over the state of his spot. What he doesn't understand is that helping him clean out decades of pictures and papers and miscellany (sp?) would be like heaven to this lil black girl. It makes my heart hurt to imagine the things he could be throwing away because he has catagorized them as trash. She i can't get him to commit to a trip and i can just stop by outta fear of him telling me to go out back and "get a switch" for disobeying him. So perhaps i can get him for a lunch date in philly...this is my new plan of action and i've enlisted my dad's help as well. But during all this back and forth chit chat peppered with pop-popism (that i've started documenting) i started getting teary and really have to restrain myself, cuz i don't want him knowing i'm crying. I miss my Pop Pop and his old blood hound drawl.

THEN i cried watching Diary of Mad Black Woman. I'm sucha sucker for gospel music and church revelations!! When the mother fresh outta rehab busts up in the church and joins her lil girl singing in the choir, i turned into a mess. i didn't even care Drew was laughing at me...it couldn't be helped.

This pimple has taken on a life of its own.
Its hard to handle things u can't see yourself, and i'm not on that level with the bf to ask him to assist. I don't think i'll ever be..lol. Were have all my girlfriends gone!? Triple OGs that would help a sista out with some pimple popping.

Marriage and moving has taken all my girls from me.

So i found a beer distributor that sells Blue Moon...joy!! Actually its a fantastic place, they have every lil crafty delish beer you could think of. I'm about to expand on my beer knowledge. I think my mother was scandalized by the case in her trunk.

I'm such a lazy bitch lately. The bf wants this ass and all i want is to smoke an El and sleep...lol. And i mean really, its hard for a girl to feel sex-ay when there's a cyclops on her ass! Ya mean!?

I was gunna go over there and appease the monster tonight but then my mom informed me that she wanted to get on the road by 8ish! What the eff! Damn mom, but alright then.

Tonight atleast, happy hour it is :)

Things i'm looking forward to...

1. getting a ride to the beer distributor and purchasing a case.

2. my daily de-stressing ritual of a bath and a blunt.

3. lunch

4. going to the beach with my mama...hopefully the rain will stay away.

5. my birthday bitches...its a celebration!

6. shopping with birthday loot.

in other news...i have a huge pimple on my ass and its oh so sexy.

Did i mention that i had fungus trouble in my ears. Yea its real cute.

Apparently swiming in a pool that has later be discovered to be dead mouse soup isn't good for you!? Wha wha what? While looking for a lost earring, i checked the pool trap...but in my early morning airheadednedd i though "hmmm looks like someones lucky rabbit foot keychain fell in the pool." The boyfriend petted me on the head and sent me on my way knowing damn well that it was a dead mouse carcus...but we still we swimming later. And then we got infected ears.

Thank god for insurance. It allows you to do things like say...so to the doctors on a whim and only pay 5 bux for the whole thing! Joy!
I also have to get a cardiogram (because i have a heart flow murmer) and was refered to a nutrionist...sweet.

SO this weekend i squeezed cloudy liquids into the ear of the bf and myself. I finally got around to cleaning the living room, discarding many a chach-kis, and consolidating OPS (other peoples stuff).
There was a established abercrombie aware center city lesbian (EAACCL) shindig on saturday. The party featured many instances of sideline snickers and i shed a tear because i missed my jena boo. I arrived incredibly late and proceeded directly to the blunt smoking balcony. After which, i was prepared to face tanned and jean clad lesbians shooting WoooHoooo while "getting their freak on". I camped out near the gacumole and hummus.

Tonight hopefully i'm getting baked and watching the season premier of Weeds...i don't need much.

Reading somthing like a book a week is keeping me sane. That and the interview i have with the masters program director the day before my birthday. I'm no longer stressed about application deadlines, because i've found out they save your "credentials" for up to 5 years. And like i said, i have an interview with dude to chit chat about how i can improve my package and woo them into letting me play too.

Had some chill time with the mama mia last night while she made crab cakes and i made a cajun roumalade to accompany them...sounds fancy doesn't it? its just mayo and cajun seasoning. We shot the shit and she sympathized with my extreme pain and hooked a sista up with a few more darvacets. She even suggested i chew them to put some more power into the punch...oh mom, i'm shocked! Not that i wasn't already doing such becuase i'd be waiting alll damn day for the horse pills to dissolve on their own. While we were talking about the incompetence of the fish mongers at out local supermarket i relayed the story about Grimey's dad who told her he was a fish monger when all along he was pimp. She got a good chuckle outta this...we've reached a point where i can tell her somethings that couldn't be shared in highschool.
I love talking and hanging with my mom. I think she secretly likes it when i corrupt her with booze and saucy stories. Last night while in the tub i remarked that i was gunna crunch a pill do a shot of jim beam and then be down for crab cakes. She was scandalized but liked it and wished aloud that she had a bottle of wine. I need to get crunk with my mum more often. I think she covets me and my dad's drunken chit chats.
We've got a hotel a block from the beach and boardwalk booked in ocean city for her birthday. Frozen drinks with shots on the side it will be!!!

The bf came over last night to comfort me with reefa and back rubs...he's a good boy.