ugh

i just looked at my monthly budget and got depressed.

i really wanted to go to somebody's beach in may so i could get a tan before madness. but if i'm serious abt taking my bday trip i need to keep my happy ass at home and save. the beach trip is turning out to be more than i expected, mainly because i want to go alone. as much as i enjoy planning, trip planning doesn't tickle my fancy at all. factor in more ppl with different agendas and it's just a big hassle. all i want to do is sit on the beach and tan. a non-crowded beach.

last night i dreamed about a puppy again. this one was all black and sort of looked like a pekingese but it was so cute and cuddly and adorable. and i was holding it in my arms to keep it warm. then it disappeared and i thought maybe i put it under my shirt to keep it warm. but when i lifted my shirt only my satin cap fell out. never did find that puppy.

oh yeah...happy spring!

i started blogging on blogger a year ago today but i don't know if it really counts as a birthday because my original blog started before that. i suppose it's not too important to keep up with things of that nature but i wanted to acknowledge the fact in some way. so yeah. there it is.

do it properly

i was reading back through this here blog and realized i haven't posted a proper entry in a bit. but really unless you guys wanna read about swooning and skipping and permanent grins then i think it best i refrain from posting until i get my mind right. in the meantime, i'll try to talk about other stuff.

i went to visit the tax man last night and he was very good to me. so good that i'm looking into having some work done on my yard and bathroom. and my bedroom *will* be finished by june.

i taped an interview this week with a local radio station to promote my alumnae chapter's fundraiser. it was weird and fun at the same time and i'm kinda nervous about how it'll turn out. i may or may not post up when it will air.

how good was LOST last night?!?! my mind is so blown.

this week i dreamed that i was rapping "bitties in the bk lounge" over the phone with one of my crushes and that aretha franklin was wearing one of my sweaters :(

and last but not least, i went shopping in bklyn a couple of weeks ago at an undisclosed location with some friends. i got these hot shoes for only $30. actually i got two pairs of hot shoes for $30 each. i would share where the store is but kristy said she would cut me if i did.

puppies and drag queens

that's what i dreamed about last night. the puppy was a dark grey poodle with tons of energy. he kept jumping over a couch from one room to another until finally he came over to me and jumped into my lap. so i'm holding him up by his front legs cuz we are sort of dancing/talking/playing and i start to think "umm...how do you know when they have to go to the bathroom?" then he starts peeing so i hold him over the coffee table so all the urine goes there. THEN i ask my sister if she ever took the dog out for a walk. obviously, she hadn't. this part is pretty easy -- i really want a puppy. i live in a dog neighborhood; almost everyone on my street has one. but i have no earthly desire to walk around with a bag of poop (i may have mentioned this before). nor do i want the added expense of caring for a dog. it's like having a kid and i'm not really trying to be a single mom.

the drag queen part is not as simple. i was watching a chubby black queen (she looked sort of dorian corey-ish but browner and slightly more attractive) apply make-up. this could be related to my anxiety about doing my cousin's makeup for her wedding on saturday OR to my excitement about the trannie at my new hair salon. my cousin moved to a new salon that has a resident trannie. i saw her peeping my steelo when i was getting my hair curled so i hope we become friends.

last night i dreamed...

i was asking bebe drake for advice on shaving my hirsute thighs (only in my dreams...in reality my calves are much hairier than my thighs) because i wanted to wear some cuffed short-shorts and i knew she rocked them back in the 70s. this is strange because i'm not really big on shorts (although i recently purchased a denim pair that i quite like) mainly because they tend to creep up my thighs into my crotch and i don't wanna be that girl. my dream rationale was that the shorts would be too short to inch up. foolish dreamer! as if my ass wouldn't decide she'd want in on the action and i'd be walking around all day pickin' out the jams*. i type all of this to say, i guess i have a latent desire to wear some nicely tailored cuffed shorts but at this stage in my life it's just not possible.

*i much prefer "the jams" to "wedgie". why don't ppl say "the jams" anymore? "wedgie" is so babysitter's club while "the jams" is crooklyn. i'm using it.

blog lite

last night i dreamed i was at a mall about to get on the down escalator. mariah carey was there and so was shawn stockman from boyz ii men. they were supposed to be writing another song together (like one sweet day i reckon). well, shawn was on the same floor as me and mariah was at the bottom of the escalator. as i boarded the escalator she began singing (and i think shawn did too) and although i can't remember any lyrics i remember thinking it was the most beautiful song i had ever heard. and i started crying on the escalator. when i got to the bottom mariah hugged and consoled me. she had her crinkly vision of love hair and a brown freak'um dress on.

wtf?

vampire kitty

so last night/this morning i had a really odd dream sequence. the oddest part happened when i was in a hospital room with a sick kitten (was it an animal hospital or a real hospital?) and the doctor kept repeating "he has no penis" but when i looked the kitten over (btw, this was the most adorable tiny little sickly kitten i'd ever seen. huge sad kitty eyes and all)...when i looked the kitten over there was a tiny little kitty penis under his neck. weird, right? so while i'm wondering why the dr keeps saying the cat has no penis when i see it plain as day under his neck i'm also wondering why it's under his neck and who did this awful penis transplant to him. then the cat suctions his mouth onto my left forearm and it feels like he's sucking my blood...OR MY SOUL...one or the other but i'm all like fruitcake (take of me...i feel nothing). once he's done sucking on me i break out in hives all over and say "see, i'm allergic so i can't take him home. although i really want to." then carla from scrubs says, "fine, i'll take him home with me."

there were other scenes like me having a physical altercation with a female co-worker resulting in some sort of mutual understanding and some other stuff i don't remember clearly. the vampire kitty, however, is forever etched in my brain.

in other news: five more days until i can eat fried foods again. next year i hope to give up something more meaningful for lent.