awhile

it has been. just haven't had the time. so much going on right now between work and life. plus birthday season is coming up and they are always some of the closest of friends who have bdays in sept. i ain't really complainin' tho. i've got it sweet. i've got awesome friends, great interests, and i've done most of what i've wanted to do this summer. it's characteristic of me to overbook myself so i shouldn't be shocked that i'm so effing busy. but honestly i'd rather be busy than bored.

it's interesting bc i always thought i had so much to write but honestly unless i have an observation of some sort i only write when i'm in turmoil and that's pretty rare for someone as even tempered as me. i'm fairly introspective as it is, so there's really no need to jot things down. but i will whenever the fancy strikes me, especially when i want to post stats about the ppl in my life.

i saw Feist last night and i really really do like her. i think she has an awesome voice that sounds as good live as it does on record. rare these days since everything is electronically enhanced. blah.

m and i also got tix to kelly clarkson, i loved her first album, cheesy as that may be. and whoever said i'm not cheesy obv didn't know me well. i can't wait. debating about Bebel again, not sure i really like Webster Hall as a venue plus it's right in the middle of bday extravaganza month.

speaking of sept, it's almost time to go to the lake again, so exciting. i love it, so much fun. it'll be a diff group this time. it'll be different yet hysterically fun.

then of course, there's the wedding. the big big wedding. very exciting yet also very intimidating. i'm the maid, i need a speech. ahhh. unda pressure. oh well, it's a good kinda pressure.

Fake Beach!

Here I come. Heading to the Brooklyn Bridge Park "Beach" should be interesting. Who cares, just need some sun.

Had an intense convo last night that was cathartic and exceptionally worthwhile, helped me sort ish out. T'was awesome.

Am on 4 hours of sleep, hope I make it to Timberlake without conking out.

Am absolutely in love with Justin Timberlake (diff from above). He's such a great performer. So what if his show is completely rehearsed and without spontaneity? SO talented.

Am still continuously in love with Madonna. Don't worry Madge, I'll never leave you.

Am desperately in love with my friends...

Am disgustingly excited to see Mr. Taylor even though I'm too tired to REALLY express it.

- 'Cuz I ain't no Harlem black girl.'

A New Motto

I think will be, work hard play harder. Now while most of you think I couldn't possibly play harder, I believe the possibility is out there. I'm working harder than ever and I feel BAHOOBA coming out soon and she's ready for a rampage. In case you haven't caught on BAHOOBA is my Hyde, though she's not a misanthrope, she just gets a lil crazy now and again. Those who have seen her can attest. But really what's the point of working hard unless there's a light at the end of the tunnel? A release. A point where you can sigh and escape until it starts up again. One day I'll have kids and a spouse to be the 'light' but for now it's ME. DAMMIT. Look out NYC!

god I'm such a cheeseball. how do you deal with me? :)

Summer

Is flying by and I've only been to the beach once! What a tragedy. Work is tough right now but it just makes me more determined to enjoy my damn weekends! Say it with me people.