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.
Wed Sep 29

stink bugs

I feel really sleepy today for some odd ball reason. I had all intentions of coming home and being productive, but settled with sitting on the couch for two hours, looking at fashion blogs, and eating sunflower seeds.

I’m now up, and ready to make the rest of the evening a productive one.

The photo attached below is of me and my assistant teachers. They are wonderful people. I love my job. I love my students.

I love the relationship I have with my family. I love the silence in my apartment. I love the crush I have on the manager at CVS.

I sent him a secret admirer card in the mail this morning. His name is Alex and he is dreamy. I don’t have any expectations, but everyone should know that they are dreamy. I left my number on that card, but any African man that fine is bound to be married or engaged. They just don’t stay single for shits and giggles—that’s an American tradition. (source: Rickita’s loose observation).

Since I haven’t posted in ages, you should know that I was dating this fine gentleman for two years before we decided to be friends. We are friends, who care deeply about each other. I am optimistic that things will work out, but as my brother not so eloquently stated, “don’t be forcing shit yo’, when you force shit ‘den you be making anyone you meet THE ONE.” It made perfectly good sense to me. I love my brother for the advice. I truly do love him.

Alright dinner time. I will be back on Friday or Saturday to let you—errr—no one, because I have no followers—know what happened with Mr. Alex CVS