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 sitcom gods blessed me with some great material earlier this week. just when i thought it couldn’t get any better, i was blessed with another potentially great episode. i hate taht most of my material is coming from my working relationship with mr. raggamuffin, but he just seems to have an endless supply of foo fooness.
i am also not sure if i mentioned my coworker, spark (changed his name to protect his identity). this dude literally lights a match every time he takes a shit in the office. it’s quite hillarious.
okay gotta go…this post to be continued.