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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Wed Jul 30

On my Grizzzly

Two things:

1. Cookie dough at the grocery store shouldn’t be so fucking expensive.

2. I’m completely oblivious to what is going on in the world.

So today is Dakari’s birthday. We’ve celebrated it by playing “Who Can Replace My Brakes The Cheapest” War. By nearly 5:00 pm we made our sweaty, tired selves to my house. After shitting and showering off our exhaustion, we snuggled in bed to watch some movie the mailman mistakenly dropped in my mailbox (this is after I set it outside my mailbox as to indicate ‘shit not mine’).

Dakari fell asleep soon afterwards. I couldn’t sleep…I needed to get my debit card that I left at the lounge last night and prepare something for Dakari. The highlights of the trip to Giant are:

1. Minute Maid carton juices were on sale for .99!

2. The Seafood Man guided me to the frozen section where I purchased shrimp for $1.49.

3. I found TWO perfect cards for Dakari.

It wasn’t until I got to the cookie dough section did my entire trip to the grocery store turn sour. $3.49 for a fucking roll of cookie dough. I mean I think it’s a bit excessive.

Nevertheless I got it. And while walking out distracted with thoughts of my $30 grocery bill (consisting of 2 juices, 2 cards, 1 package of shrimp and a roll of cookie dough), I literally ran into a student.

Running into students is awkward. I mean it’s never good timing. Either you just picked your noise and have to hurriedly fling it somewhere or you are waltzing around the trash dumpsters with bootie shorts on singing “Gimme The Business”.

I’ve never walked away thinking——fuck wish I hadn’t run into him/her, but I do wish that I could be in a blazing cardigan and slacks during those aforementioned encounters.

I did the obligatory (I mean I am 27) adult thing: stay out of trouble/ready for school/how’s your summer?

Anyway I’m digressing…

The point is the fucking cookie dough was expensive.

Being oblivious to the world. So some might now know that Ricki has joined the millions of Comcast customers. After unsuccessfully stealing Internet from neighbors—I, Ricki P., called up Comcast.

I thought, shit once I get Internet and cable I will become a better and more informed person! I can catch up on other things than DC news and do research on various French speaking countries.

Nope.

The past four days have consisted of Youtube and VH1 Soul (VH1 Jams during the Proactive commercials).

I can’t move on. I’m bombarded with TOO much information. I am certain things will stabilize.

I also gotta get my head out of Dakari’s ass (I apologize for the visual), but I’m completely not being responsible. I let my brakes get so bad that I had to shell out possibly 100 dollars more because the roters were shot to hell.

Aight, I’m ending this now. I gotta start baking.