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 Jul 16

It’s my party!

I had to post on my birthday!

So I’ve officially made it to 27. Wow. It’s hasn’t really hit me yet. I’ve been shockingly calm with this coming year. Last night I forced myself out with Dani—sipped on an Apple Martini and jammed to Frankie Beverely. While Dani sighed in the corner as the dj played Maze and Teena Marie, I proceeded to cut a rug. Truly the highlight of my outing.

Dani was upset that I hadn’t worn my white dress. But I just couldn’t. 1. I looked like a douchebag and 2. from her description our dresses would have been identical.

I opted for a white tank top and chocolate brown pants—hence the party’s name was White Chocolate.

Anyway, it didn’t stop me from having a great evening. Dakari suprised me at 12:01 with roses and two cards. So incredibly sweet.

Today I plan to do much of nothing. I am only going to work half a day and then I’m going to hit up some stores as I have to run errands. Later I’ll meet up with Dani and we’re going to find party dresses.

Tonight I plan on dancing until my baby toes scream “Stop! We can’t take it no mo’!”

My brother called me which made me cry a bit. I love that guy. He’s like the fucking bomb. The best brother. Period.

I don’t have anything witty or wise to say at 27. I just want to be a better me each day I wake up and enjoy life to the fullest.

I’m out.