September 1, 2010
I’m so humble, but deadass... can’t nobody tell me SHIT!!! I'M OFFICIALLY A NEW YORKER AND MY BLOG TURNS 3 TODAY!
On Monday, August 17th, my contract supervisor sent me an email rescheduling our 1x1 conference call that was originally set for Thursday, August 20th to Tuesday, August 18th at noon. I didn't think much of it. Our phone conversations typically lasted less than ten minutes. They were mere monthly formalities of her checking in and seeing what new events I was working on.
Sistah's, how y'all feel? Bruthas, y'all alright?
Me, I'm just chillin'. Been braless since March 9th. Every time I've had to go out I'd just throw on a coat because I refuse for my tits to be in unnecessary bondage. I haven't had take-out since March 10th. I feel like I've cooked more meals and washed more dishes in the last month than I did all 2019. It also made me realize just how much I used to eat out, how much money I spent on food, and how much I've saved in the last 30 days.
What a whirlwind year! What a crazy decade. Man, where do I start?!
"Uh, yeah/ I need a new conversation/ I need a new obligation/ Sick of niggas consumed by the matrix/ And their white people rude allegations, right/ I took my crew on vacation/ Accra to Abuja, amazed them/ Uh, now they gon' do DNA shit/ Most of y'all hopin' you are from Lagos..."
HA! MOOD FOREVAAAA (in my Cardi B voice)!!!
85 to Africa takes on a WHOLE new meaning for me. I'm 85 to Africa... literally! First Accra in August, and I just saw Jidenna in concert a few weeks ago, and now this...