So I’m tapping away on a keyboard because I can’t sleep. I’m nauseous, have no appetite, and I’m a bundle of nerves. Crazy, huh? Yeah, I know. And I’m NOT pregnant–an extreme impossibility at this point.
So what’s gotten into me? I think a bug has bitten me. You can guess what kind. Or it could be a reaction to some new medication. *shrug*
Anyway, I was fishing around a certain site where people connect and ran across a guy from high school whose contacted me within the last year. His page was so WACK!! But the irony is that he thought he was so super fly. He’s posted numerous pics of his supposedly fine physique, and I’m thinkin’ “Kneegro, I knew you when you was a fat, pudgy brat chasing me around like I was a b and you were fleas.” I was so annoyed by the braggadocio of his “space” that I really wanted to vomit except I had no food to bring up. What’s up with people reinventing themselves and creating a new fiction for their background? So, like all the time I’ve know him he’s been black, but it’s like all of a sudden he’s read George Schuyler and he’s Black NO MORE–now he’s solely Native American. Now, I know his momma and his daddy, and while he may be part NA, he’s definitely not all. And who isn’t Black and part NA? That’s part of the definition of being Black in America—you must be part NA. Some of us just have it closer in the bloodline than others, but it’s still there. I just couldn’t help looking at him like such a fraud. Maybe it’s his look at me now phase, but seriously, I still remember him then.
Moving on…I have about 33 pounds left to go, and that motivates me. I honestly think that may be a bit too much to lose since I’m only two or three sizes away from my ideal. I could actually lost 20 and be alright, but I have to set high goals for myself. Shoot, 10 would probably be alright. Some are quite satisfied with where I am—mostly men. Go figure. We’ll see. I have no intentions of being a bone again (4) because they only attract dogs. 
Will the real men please stand up?!
Uhm, what else? I’m planning to write a new play (which implies that I’ve written others, and I have–even staged them). It’s going to be about cancer I believe with all proceeds to benefit research for a cure. That disease is so the not hotness. I’ll let you know when that drops. I’m looking to complete a draft anytime between now and the summer. Send your prayers.
I’m so sappy. I love “he.” He is absolutely wonderful and I can’t wait to spend time with he. I imagine that he has been waiting for we, and we have been waiting for each other. I sense a beautiful story in the months to come.