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.

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Mon Jul 7

july 4

http://www.historyisaweapon.com/defcon1/douglassjuly4.html

The link above is Frederick Douglass’ Meaning of July Fourth.

I spent my Independence Day relaxing in the apartment and ciaoing down at Bus Boy and Poets. It was really fantastic. While I do miss the cook outs and barrels of crabs, I enjoyed spending time at home doing what I do best—reading and napping.

To recap:

Thursday: decided to go out. got a haircut from a french woman who told me that my boyfriend from burkina faso and i would make a baby who could play sports. yeah she said that. she charged me twenty bucks—i walked away offended and pleased with my shape up.

i ended up going home, taking a nap and jumped up to go to the party at 1223. by the time i got there, i decided i didn’t want to be there. so i turned around, chatted with shadey boy briefly and gave two cigarettes to a random guy who asked where he could cop some smokes.

Friday: i woke up late. read and made breakfast. called up shadey boy to see if wanted to see “wanted”. we did. it was a great movie. i thought honestly the writing was some of the best given it was an action flick. spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning, lounging and made my way to dinner with dani.

shadey boy came over a little later and we watched jumper. good movie, then fell asleep.

Saturday: shadey boy left early to get his daughter. he called me minutes later to see if i wanted to meet his daughter. she came over….so adorable. he made a huge lunch for us and the girlies painted. by the time they both left i was exhausted-but they left my living room and kitchen a hot ass mess.

i lounged around, cleaned up a bit and read until i fell into a nap situation.

Sunday: shadey boy made a huge breakfast (again leaving my kitchen in disarray). he left to spend time with his daughter. i cleaned…again…and then made my way to the gas station, wait walked to the gas station. i didn’t have gas in my car and it wouldn’t start. i later went to bus boy and poets and chatted it up with some friends.

came home did some laundry. won solitare four times in a row (my own best record) and prepared a light dinner. shadey boy stopped by prior to his party. went to sleep relatively early only to wake at 3:30 am. shadey boy came in loud and talkative. he said “some times i look at you and think ‘how could i not fall in love with you’”. that was sweet.

we tried a new position and fell fast asleep in each other’s arms.

Monday: fuck i overslept. quickly got dressed. kissed shadey boy, who always rolls over to my side when i get out of bed, and dodged out the house.

over.