Queen Browser.

Rickita is 27 going on 18-45. She loves movies and dinners. She loves music. She loves HGTV. She loves to nap. She loves being alone. She loves the company of children and their genuine enthusiasm and sense of discovery. She loves having no clue. She loves text messaging. She loves fashion (she's secretly addicted to it). She loves day dreaming. She loves to read anything about African/African American people and their struggles/triumphs. She's learning to heal. The only science fiction she reads is by Octavia Butler. She wants to say that she cusses like a sailor, can't sit and eat at a table properly, is a talented burper. But in interest of her current employers finding this blog, she'll stick with....she loves education.

She's a teacher.

 And she thinks that if you don't read "Medical Apartheid", you're not living.

And if you don't finish Native Son, you're a loser. Kidding, because I haven't finished it yet...but I will some time next week. The point is, just read it.
Tue Sep 28

i got internet again

i’m really in no mood to deal with the shift key for this post, so i will type in all lower case, even though afterward i always feel guilty.

being poor requires you to prioritize. i’ve been living damn near a monk life. churning butter, using a over sized cheese grater as my wash board, and paying for gas in coins became my favorite past times. but i have a new job and i’ve seemed to have my financial life in order to afford internet. so here i am, nearly a year later, trying to rebuild my blog. i was in traffic imagining where i could go with this thing, but undoubtedly it will become what it always has…a little bit of everything type of shit.

and i don’t really have much to offer outside of busied rants about special education. BUT (okay needed the shift to emphasize this particular point) i have a new group of students and they are autistic. kids on the spectrum make you laugh, cry and smile. sometimes all at once.

so i would imagine that most of my blogs will be about them, but also about random shit that i’ve discovered on the internet. my productivity is damn near at zero. most of my evenings now are spent eating an entire bag of barcelona sunflower seeds and calling it dinner.

i always feel so hood going into the corner store buying the sunflower seeds. i typically drag in my big ass purse, wait for the store to be vacant and buy my bag of seeds. i quickly throw them in my purse and suspiciously walk back to my car like i just scored some coke. i don’t know where this stems from. i do have hood tendencies, but sunflower seeds just seem to be the pinnacle of ghetto living. i don’t spit them on the ground, and i don’t eat them on the metro.

i come home, grab a loose leaf paper or paper towel, crack them open until there’s a neat pile on my paper and only sunflower seed “dust” remaining on my hands.

anyway, the point is i’m single. well maybe it’s complicated. because of this i don’t have to prepare dinner, i can eat sunflower seeds in my underwear and i can go to bed having not shaved my legs in about three days.

it’s both welcoming and depressing. i haven’t decided who wins.

i’m half way listening to louis ck and he’s pretty awesome. going to make dinner and bake cookies.

i’m back. again.