Thursday, December 08, 2005

can you hear me now?

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so yesterday began the final year of kissing the twenties good-bye. you should see me sigh & purr contentedly with my lover on the couch watching man u have their asses kicked and talking in kikuyu. who would have thought that what was love was..well.. love in training. i've thought of kicking the blog good-bye especially after being infested with the icky spammers, until a kind blogger mentioned the comment control...can we all say duh! it's not that writing didnt strike me as alluring. ive been tired ya'll. real tired about being tired.

ive also found that my perpetual cycles of painful pms,exhaustion, hot flashes (!) & unspeakable rage has got to do with -
Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. thank god for small mercies though, no excessive facial hair or acne. Best believe though, i'm on the search for a sperm. if you see one walking on the street.. steer it my way.

i dont like my job. i never did. infact, ive never liked any of the jobs i've had. except the volunteer gig at khrc. when time permits, ive been helping out at a hospice for folks with aids...didnt feel inclined to write anything about december 1st. a career is on my mind. im a typical sag, lots of interests, unable to narrow it down to just one thing. so lets take notes: interests [ sex. cunt. feminisim. food. children. political & economic empowerment]

side bar. in a post 9-11 world. who are the good guys?

i'm i the only one who loves american top model. and why did i forget her name win? television and long walks in the park have kept me sane. that and speaking kikuyu. i dont get it. i've been in the states fot 4 yrs and not in those yrs have i been in the company of kenyans, and now, im soaking it all in..quench my thirst. quench my thirst..

i finally said goodbye to the ex who stroked the fires of infidelity. its all in perception. all those months, i penned for a man who wasnt quite there yet. do we love the idea of the dream?

i did finally get a chance to buy a well fitting bra @ victoria secreets. so fucking worth it. incredibly soft and my cha-chaas look tight. its definately worth the penny. i have also added 10 pounds. im now considered p.l.u.m.p. im not going to even comment about that

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

it feels so new. he inside me. i close my eyes & let my spirit soar, to the spaces we've danced before, as children. happy. ecstatic. un-sorrowful. as he gyrates silently, my juices flow. lubricating from the source of all things. this place that calls us in the midst of haphazard junctions. & beneath the tongue curses, i moan to reach his climaxing stance. in loving him, i love mystelf, wholefully chaotic.