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.
Fri Jun 20

the kind of sort of roommate situation

so last night i decided to make a dinner of fish and potatoes given i’m trying to gain 8 pounds by my birthday.

unfortunately rolanda is still staying with me, so i was excited to see her in some dress clothes. she told me that joshie was picking her up to go to the movies (that was around 7).

i’m thinking perfect! i just need some quality time on my couch in front of my television. given shadey boy planned to stop by i started cleaning my apartment. i find having rolanda here requires scrubbing the shower more, sweeping up fallen strands of hair, and trashing used q-tips.

anyway, i first cleaned the “bedroom”, then the kitchen, my closet and bathroom. at this point it was approaching 10 pm. rolanda was still there. while i’m on my knees scrubbing the toilet, she is busy dancing provocatively in front of the mirror. with the radio booming this chick managed to stripped out of most of her clothes and do a number of “drop it like it’s hot” routines.

i find that strange. very strange. i made dinner and ate while she slept on the couch. i looked at her shoes piled up under the couch, a cup of water on the coffee stool, her belly button cream on the buffet, and her smelly towel hanging on my chair.

i’m so ready for her to leave. she doesn’t have a placed lined up until the end of july. but she’s dirtying up my khaki covered couch slipcovers. who am i kidding? just her aroundness is bothering me.

anyway, on a brighter and happier note: this weekend should be great. i’ve set aside a lot of alone time activities. jacob lawrence and a movie tonight and saturday. i heard from new york boy…i was hoping he was in town so we could catch a film—but nope.

shadey boy and i are going on a date saturday night. yippie! he came over last night showing me his new logo for this company he’s starting. it was so cute because as he sketched the details of his logo, i made him a card. “i feel like i’m in school again”. and it did. we sat there quiet just drawing coloring and enjoying each other’s company. then we talked about the history of font making and my cd player. yes i still own one.

i was happy he enjoyed my dinner and as he left i thought how i still missed new york boy…only slightly. but then i also thought how shadey boy, unlike any other person i’ve dated, has some particular quality about him i enjoy. just haven’t put my finger on it.

anyway….i’m tired and it’s hot in the basement. yay for weekends!