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Chloe!

So as I mentioned, when I was a Freshman in college, I rolled with a clique of girls, codename: The G Unit. This is one of it's members, my buddy Chloe. Every summer she comes down and visits from St. Louis. Yesterday, she treated me to a Brewster's Waffle Cone (amazing!) and today, she came over my house for a beauty chat. Until next summer Chloe!

This weekend, Sheen had it's cover release party. Here I am with the magazine's publisher and photographer Amelia Jackson.

Yesterday was  a kick ass day. I got dressed up, went to Atlantic Station, had nachos for lunch, went to the pool, and beamed the whole time. People stopped me to tell me they liked my color combo. Of course they did! It's awesome, lol. I am going to do a lot of pink and green this spring even though it is not really trending. It makes my skin pop.

When I was a Freshman in college, I rolled with a clique of girls. We gave each other code names, wore matching tee shirts to parties, created our own step routine (I'm not kidding), and called ourselves The G Unit. Don't laugh, it was 2003. Anywho, Aften Amey was a G-Unit member and my neighbor in the dorm. After college, I didn't hear from Aften that often. She joined the military and started moving around. But who did I find at the gym yesterday? Aften! She has a very hard personality, but I forced her to take a pic with me and give me her number. Spring is the season for renewing friendships it seems. I'm excited about it:)

Dying of Thirst

I am being hella thirsty with Sickles.
He has stood me up for a movie night. I get the feeling he may have a girlfriend. He's funny and smart though, but I am convinced that this will end like all my boy affairs end: in disaster.
I find myself being really thirsty with him because I want some attention, but I HATE thirsty girls. But in my defense, I am lonely and have not been so much as hugged in over a year!
My plan is to lure him to my home and absorb anytype of affectionate energy that he is radiating and bank it to feed off of for the next year, seeing that after I make out with him, I will be scared I have an STD and will not tip toe back into the dating scene for another year. That's the way it usually goes. I expect this plan to end like most of my plans end: in disaster.
All of this drama and the disrespect and annoyence I am sure to endure just for a hug and a potential neck kiss. Eye roll at myself.

30

Today I had a phone convo with Sickles. My first convo with Sickles. Blah, blah, good conversation, yeah, yeah. THE BROTHA TOLD ME HE HAS BONED 3O PEOPLE! HE'S ONLY 29!
Yikes.
I guess for a guy that is not a lot, but the thing is, it's hella a lot!
I like him though.
I like his swag as the kids would say.
He's taller than me.
30 WOMEN!
And he believes in having more than one wife because all of his favorite Biblical characters had more than one. It's more about "math" than sex for him. He's a taller version of P! And yes, I understand that this should be the bigger issue but...
30! Damn!
I continue to hear that as you get older, some deal breakers have to be dropped from your male gotta have list. I guess not being a Sleep Around Steve will have to be the thing to go. Apparently they all are.
Did I mention I like him anyway?
We'll see how this goes. I smell another Holly disaster.

April's Bday!

Today is my little sister April's birthday! She is 15 today! Yesterday, we went out to eat and listened to her blab about her silly school friends. It was really fun, lol. Don't we look adorable together?

If you did not know I am obsessed with ghetto White rappers: Lil Debbie, V-Nasty, and
Riff Raff. They are just refreshingly horrible! The best thing about their videos are
the viewer comments. Of this video a viewer posted: "Man, and Black people thought they were
offended by Django..." Nice!

The Meds from Hell

I have high blood pressure. I'm not excited about it at all, but I have it. This is a fact.
I was put on a new medication and I hate medication, but quite frankly, I don't eat well enough to try to battle hypertension alone.
I was warned when I first started the medication that it may make me cough and may make me dizzy. Okay cool, right? WRONG!
Four days into taking the pills I was so dizzy that I was walking like I was drunk! And I was having deep, AWFUL muscle spasms. I was just IN PAIN! I started crying in pain just trying to walk down the street.
This caused me to go back and read that little form of side effects they stuff in the medicine bag when you get it. There was a whole lot more on that list than coughing like muscle tenseness, eye pain, blurred vision, dark urine, and painful urine.
My pharmacist friend said I was having cramp spasms because I was probably potassium deficient, so I have been taking bananas to the head like you won't believe and I am not a banana fan. Here's to getting better!

Obsessive Compulsive Dysfunction

At times, I can be a bit OCD. Just a bit. And by a bit, I mean that my room not being clean can send me into a depression.
Yesterday I went to go wash, and a woman came into the Laundromat to wash her clothes too. Funny, she didn't look crazy. As I sat trying to read my new Essence (Janelle Monae looks amazing) I found myself staring at her while she washed. First off, it took her like an hour to load her wash. Let's just say that first. All of her clothes were individually packaged in grocery bags, and she loading them into the washing machine with industrial gloves on. You know, the thick rubber ones that go up to your elbows? And she lined the washer in Woolite instead of putting it in the little dispenser. It was just strange.
Oh, and her panties. She also individually bagged these in grocery store bags, but put them in the washing machine in the bags! I'm not sure what the purpose of this was, and I really wanted to ask. Didn't.
Man, and she looked normal. I guess I do too. You probably wouldn't imagine that I spend the bulk of my life crippled by worry and scared of Herpes infection when I am  not at risk of it, but I do. Watching her fold her clothes into clean, new grocery bags once they were dry was a very creepy look into the mirror.

More Reunion Talk

Ugh.
My high school reunion is getting closer and closer. I thought that if I would be quiet about it, no one would notice how quiet I was being about it and it would just come and go. But no. Apparently, if everyone doesn't hurry and buy their tickets, we are going to lose our location. This has led a couple of my homies to Facebook message me about it.
My favorite was my friend Blue. She wanted to know if I was going and if people I knew were going, why I wasn't going. Blue I miss. Blue I would like to see. I'm torn.
Look, my reunion is going to happen whether or not I am there or not. Just like high school happened without me being entirely present. But all I can see when thinking of high school is being laughed at. I have a hard time believing people can change or grow up. What if I go, dressed in an adorable Lane Bryant number, and just get laughed at again? I don't need that in my life. I have enough scarring that I am trying to deal with.

Sometimes my mind goes to dark places. I think I would be more comfy about how dark these places can get if I knew other people's minds wandered to dark places too. Sadly, the only person's mind you can really know is yours.