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My last entry is written so poorly.
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I'm finding it more and more hard to find the beauty in this life and in this world. It creates a numbness that just makes me want to check out, live with the autopilot switch on, go through minutes, hours, days just to get through them. I feel like I've been here before though, where I just want to fast forward through this part. However, this ( Read more... ) -
DMX
Today is a Monday for me & I feel like I have no idea what I will have in store. We ARE having a Holiday Cookie Exchange today which has me slightly enthused. Except, I need to go buy some cookies & I don't need any damn cookies--my own or the exchange of any ( Read more... ) -
Purple Bags pt. 1
Crown has been dating a woman from his congregation. Based on what he tells me, he doesn't seem too crazy about her. He thinks she's too needy and always wanting to know his whereabouts, be on the phone for hours at a time, have check-ins, check-ups, whatever. Sounds pretty regular to me? Especially, if it's someone you're into. But he claims it's ( Read more... ) -
the material entry
I wanted to write again this AM, like yesterday, but I feel in a slump. I just want to sit and be ( Read more... ) -
"What a li(f)e..."
This morning, early in the workday, I started an entry where I was ready to complain about the ills of (being black in) Corporate America, and how I've really officially realized I am a member of the #CorporateGang ( Read more... ) -
But, I love it here...
My current neighborhood, in all honesty, is like a secret existing slice of early 2000s Brooklyn (aka pre-total gentrification). I know that's a huge part of why I love it so. An extra bonus is the lake (aka) being a block East from my apartment, and stretching miles and miles both North and South ( Read more... ) -
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Right now I'm sipping a Keurig brewed Chai Latte listening to some Wynton Marsalis thinking THIS is the life...
Tbc.
