One night last week I read a post from a bipolar blogger friend and she was in the pit. Her plan was to take enough medicine to block everything out and hopefully when she woke up the next morning the monster would be gone. That sounded like a pretty good idea to me so I decided to try it. At some point I lost count of how many I’d taken but as time passed I got sleepier and sleepier and figured it was working. When I woke up I was still in hell. I think I should have taken more to accomplish my goal.
I want to make some cupcakes but when I get home I don’t have the desire to do the work right now. I had a great idea for my sorority sisters but again….I don’t have the desire to go through the process of making up a bunch of cupcakes just to take pictures of and post on Facebook hoping for orders.
I was thinking about sex the other day….great sex, not just a good release but a soul stirring, eye contact, perfect fit experience. I suppose that’s the emotional definition of “making love.” One day, over drinks, I’ll reminisce out loud about that last great time. You know what….the last great time was my last first time. Just amazing…but anyway.
Speaking of feelings….I showed TJ a picture of a woman and the proper response would have included the words “skank” and “whore”. Instead she said “oh she’s pretty”.
She doesn’t love me.
I had a job interview yesterday that was exciting. Of course the ones I get excited about are the ones I don’t get. Ya know…I asked myself this morning how many of the jobs I didn’t get last year were because I was unemployed. It takes a special kind of rat bastard to say “we only want to hire someone who is already working”.
I made a big pot of gumbo this weekend. It wasn’t my best because my roux was sub par due to my cheap ass pot. In additioin to that I let somebody convince me to try a new type/brand of sausage. I won’t do that again either. But instead of a whole chicken I used only thighs and they had a lot more flavor than breasts do. Very yummy. AND YES THERE WAS PAPRIKA IN IT DAMMIT!
TJ and I have been watching Oprah’s Life Classes. That episode with Iyanla about letting go of the anger saved a chick from getting cursed out last week. You know that you push my buttons and whether you do it out of amusement or call yourself being above that now…..Oprah and Iyanla saved your feelings last week. Four years ago when I was 30 I would have toasted your ass and then called your job and sent your boss a screen shot of their IP address so he would know you were blog stalking me from work. But I thought about the fact that I’m almost 35 and I’m a different person now. But TRUST that I’ve blocked your IP addresses and would appreciate it kindly if you’d refrain from commenting on my site because I could give less than half a damn what you think or have to say. Thank you and good night.
Thanks for visiting Diva (in Demand). My blog escapades have followed me across 4 states, 3 jobs, a business venture, and a new husband. There are no mini divas yet but I have loads of nieces and nephews to slobber and wipe their dirty hands on me. I am an amateur pastry chef, certified cake decorator, and seasoned home cook who knows how to pair French cuiseine with fine wine, collard greens and cornbread. You'll find a little bit of everything around here.....where I take talking to myself to a whole new level.