7 / 30 : the love of my life.

i proclaimed today to be a good day and ALAS. it was. the funk is officially over. let homecoming week begin. even though i think it started already? irrelevant.

the love of my life

as a young girl i sat and wondered

as i drew sketches of satin wedding dresses

when i would find the man i would marry

sometimes i think that we've met

maybe he was my 4th grade penpal

that i used to talk about michael jackson songs with

licking envelopes and spraying them with perfume

i cried when he wrote one day he'd be moving away

or maybe he was my boyfriend freshman year in high school

he was a senior so my father didn't approve

and he saw beyond the short skirt pon poms and fat ass

held my hand underneath the bus seat

and read me poetry he wrote in third period

he could be my first love

the only man who i've ever bared my soul

and everything else

for

his touch took me to ecstasy and he pleasured me

just by simply watching gossip girl and pretending

to be interested

perhaps i see him everyday

maybe he's the nigga in line for tortellini

who sits behind me in my tuesday/thursday class

maybe he picked up the plate i dropped in rand

or i've danced with him at a party

or maybe he's been by my side

this whole time

insomnia, #1

i guess since i slept for mad long today and since today was fairly hellish, i was restless around 1 am and decided to harass christine. she and i started talking about different subjects and then jeannette walked in. the three of us proceeded to guess where each other would grow up to live and what type of man we could see each other marrying.

• christine = white man named pete, from san francisco, fairly chill but REALLY funny and enthusiastic. they'd have to live in new york because christine isnt living anywhere else.
  
• jeannette = some halfsie or some weird hybrid of raciality named Birk [not his real name, but he changed it bc it sounds more eco-friendly]. they would have two kids, clover and sky, and live in a treehouse.
• me = the girls deduced that i would marry someone who would completely zone out on sundays during 'game days' and it would piss me off but i'd love him so i'd get over it. also, they decided this man has to be mad chill to balance out my....me-ness. and he'd have to be fairly comfortable with the fact that i'll probably be a crazy paid badass.

so this discussion went on for awhile then aba happened to wake up and joined in the convo. we started talking about organ donations, jonbenet ramsey, ghana, allergy shots, brooklyn, and everything in between. the white girl who lives between christine and i beat on the wall and yelled SHUT UP and i almost got up and handled her but i regained composure.

anyway, this went on for awhile but then we all got sleepy and christine kicked us out. this is what we do on the 11th floor.