Last Sunday I saw Regina Spektor.

Friday I saw P-Diddy.

I’m left wondering why P-Diddy is more famous than Regina Spektor.  I can only conclude that the world is monitored by a giant robot named Rupert Murdoch who controls all of us with thick puppet strings in order to keep the majority of us tasteless and classless.  I snipped my strings a ( Read more... )

she is my / light within the week / the reassertion that I seek / when she speaks she leaks knowledge of the kind I never reach / and I can only stare in wonder / while she speaks at me from under / a starry night / or fluorescent light / her wisdom echoes thunder / of a minds storm / redefining norms / of the wayward world / as it's stretched and ( Read more... )

With graduation less than a week away, I constantly intercept words of congratulations wherever I go: at my office cubicle, in the hallways, in the restroom.  My response to these kudos is standard.  I smile brightly, give a quick thumbs up, and a loud, confident “Thank you!” before continuing on my way.  As soon as the moment passes, however, my ( Read more... )

Over the past couple of weeks I’ve tired of consumerism and planned to sell much of my DVD collection.  A 100+ DVD collection is rarely warranted, especially in my case, where I end up watching about five of them in constant rotation, leaving the rest to collect dust upon the shelf.  So selling them online seemed like a good idea.  Selling large ( Read more... )

This is why a certain someone needs to get a cell phone:

Michelle: Picks up phone and dials Apple’s number.

No answer.

Michelle: Puts down phone and continues dancing around her room.

Phone rings, showing the same number Michelle just dialed.

Michelle: Continues dancing, thinks about ignoring the phone, but ends up answering it.

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As I sit here through a tornado watch, I can’t help but hope that my Urban Politics professor cancels my Downtown Atlanta Walking Tour this morning.  Added onto the traffic and the people, a tornado just doesn’t seem like it would brighten my day.

Yesterday, however, was a beautiful day.  For the majority of the afternoon I was cooped up inside ( Read more... )

I’ve never been more anxious about the future.  Varying versions of my life lay before me, and I’m not too sure which one I will try on for the next few years.

Ah well.  I’m going to dance tonight.

Smile.

So clearly this living by myself thing isn’t going to work.

Why does housing have to cost so much?

Can’t a bitch LIVE?

LOL.

I’ll figure something out.

I would like to analyze the paradox of human progression as manifested in VH1’s current Celebreality television show “Flavor of Love.”  As a woman who once held feminist ideals in high regard (until she was confronted by overzealous and ill-inclusive women’s studies majors), I find the premise of the show utterly repulsive.  It is merely another ( Read more... )

Last night Dominique and I needed to eat food.  Because I could spend no more than $20 I decided to forego the much-loved atmosphere of Publix and stop instead at the dilapidated Kroger on Ponce.

First on deck was the produce section, where I found apples were too expensive and therefore opted for the less fulfilling bananas.  I was done.  ( Read more... )