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.
Mon Jun 23

this joint right here is random

in no sense am i bragging, but i’m completely hung over. i woke up this morning still a bit tipsy. last night i decided to head to k street lounge to meet up with dani. her cousin came along so we jammed to some tunes at the bar and made our way to the velveteen rope section. dakari arrived 20 minutes or so after me and well the rest of the evening is a blur. i slightly recall taking a shot of something handed to me (big dummy for accepting it).

i ended up dancing with shadey boy all night. he walked me to the back of the club and we slow jammed together behind the dj booth. it was so cute.

he ended up staying the night and we jumped out of bed with our differences becoming obvious. he—grumpy and me—happy as hell.

while i prepared my complete breakfast—turkey bacon, eggs and orange juice, he grabbed his jay that he hid in my freezer and fruit punch sunkist.

on a completely different note, but some how connected—i went to zara this weekend. as i stood in line a (insert rap group) song came on. (insert rapper’s name) was rapping and i tapped my foot and sang along. then i thought—damn i had sex with this dude.

i thought about the history of my life and where it has led me. down some pretty fucked up paths i’ll tell you. but i wouldn’t trade anything for the world. i love that i have a story to tell. i’ve tried things. i’ve given up. i’ve tried again. i’ve failed. i’ve succeeded. i’ve cried and laughed. and laughed until i cried.

i’m the summation of some great experiences. i love the person i’m becoming and how so aware i feel of both my surroundings and me. i’m becoming increasingly unapologetic to those who feel like i only think selfishly. some times you gotta have a selfish year and this one has been one.

i’ve busied myself with school, volunteering and reading. i love the simplicity of my life. i love friends like rion and candace and my brother who, like me, enjoy just the “goings ons” of everyday life.

i love that there is no drama and i feel so content and satisfied with my present condition. yep…life is great despite being hungover, hungry and having car issues.

i might be rolling in a new whip this evening.