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.
Sat Sep 13

a few things

so i saw ryan leslie last night at love. i’m never going back again. riiiiiiight.

he did two songs.

no really, two.

you know them: addiction and diamond girl.

i was terribly disappointed and i had no problem sharing that with big tigger (who is an odd mix of chubby short) and ryan himself. leslie was receptive—he assured me that he would be back soon with a band and more songs.

still unacceptable. i was in awe with the crowd of women hoping to get autographs and pictures with this guy. i’ve seen your you tube clips nicca! this dude graduated from harvard or yale—majoring in economics. he did this little acapella number on a local news channel talking about saving the world one child at a time.

i tell you. what a record deal will do to your priorities. i’m not hating though—he provides me with hours of entertainment. i think he’s an incredible producer and it’s unfortunate that he hasn’t hit it big yet. and i’m not sure he will, because dude is slightly socially awkward. which makes me appreciate him more.

i recognize myself in him—at night i got on my fuck ‘em pumps (c) amy winehouse and tight jeans ready to party—while simultaneously trying to garner some attention. i’m ready to admit that.

anyway—a few random thoughts i had yesterday as i’ve spent enough time talking about ryan leslie. the show sucked, but i manage to meet some cool girls while there and ran into dani on stage after the “concert”.

let me tell you about the random girls. so the one girl i kept reaching for her arm to either pull her closer or get her to get near the stage. i kept missing though. i was thinking—-damn i am so drunk that i can’t even coordinate my movements. it wasn’t until later that evening when i was trying to say goodnight that i realized it wasn’t that i missing her arm, it was that she didn’t have an arm.

let’s talk about my poo situation. it fucking sucks. i am like clockwork. i have to poo in the afternoon. the only problem is that the teacher’s bathroom is in the front office area. there are two issues with this:

1. it’s in the front office area

2. there is an echo

oh wait there is a third issue: there is always a waiting line.

so i find that i don’t poo until the evening which fucks up my day.

so the government issued a hand washing notice. one should wash their hands for at least 20 seconds to kill germs after using the restroom, touching meat, etc. but most automatic sinks/faucets are on for only 7-13 seconds. i mean i’ve only test about 4 sinks, but come on…how are you going to tell me to wash my hands for 20 seconds, but have your sinks programmed for less than 10 seconds? doesn’t make sense. it says so much about our government.

anyway….i met an african last night! yay for me. he’s ethiopian though. i’ve never dated an african on that side…

but we may go to the movies. or i may dodge his calls and have a day alone.

i forgot to wish my bro happy b-day. fuuuuuuck.