It's official...I always had a feeling, but now I know for sure...
I am abnormal.
Anyone trying to cheer me up will beg to differ...but it stands to reason that if one does not fit in with what is usual, or the norm, then one is not normal and can therefore be called abnormal.
As far as I can tell, I think I'm pretty much alone and that's a scary feeling. :( No-one wants to be alone.
Don't have a choice but to get used to it though.

C.O.T.
Went to my first Band fete for the season, (and my first fete period in a couple months) last night. I tellya, it was nice to get out after a hiatus and see peops and share out nuff hugs and kisses.
Especially cool to see my friend Rolly back in de land. How is it possible to feel such affection for a member of the opposite sex and it still be platonic? De man just irie so.

So far, as a relatively new cellphone owner I've received 4 wrong numbers. If anyone should happen to know the following people, please let them know that I got their calls:

*Mrs. Grovesnor
*Crystal
*Anthony
*Soldier

I've also received a txt msg from an unidentified person to let me know that
"nobody ain't home by Mama."

C.O.T.

Here are a few of my favourite things (not necessarily in this order):

Ultra sheer black stockings
Barbequed spare ribs
Crisp white sheets
Puppies
Short pants fetes
Cookies 'n'Creme icecream
Long, slow (unexpected or otherwise) smooches
The beach on a balmy full-moon night
Palmers cocoa butter
Pina coladas from Cafe Sol
Seeing a scary movie with my best friend
Back (or tummy) rubs

More to come! :)

This new Blogger format is definately gonna take some gettin' used to.

C.O.T.
Yesterday on the van home, this guy struck up a conversation with me. Ordinarily, I woulda tried to ignore any fella that tried that, but his approach seemed so sincere and non-threatening that I couldn't help but relax and just enjoy our chat. The ride seemed so much shorter.

C.O.T.
Something's been bothering me recently about The Mouth (the non-stop talker in our office). She's Guyanese Indian and she uses the word "nigger" occasionally in her stories.
I keep tellin' myself that I shouldn't be bothered by this because she refers to herself and her countrymen as "coolies", but dammit, it DOES bother me.
Even I don't call my own people "niggers", so why should anybody else? Am I being too sensitive? I don't think this debate will ever end.

C.O.T.
There's a birthday today in the office, and we all had wine and cheesecake! Yup, I love this place! If there're any typos in this blog (I haven't bothered to check) it's because I'm on a chardonnay high.
Tee-hee!

C.O.T.
I think I now qualify for the title of Most "C.O.T.'s" In One Blog

I've already told a couple peops about my new-found admiration for a certain pop star, but I've decided to make an official blog about it!

The other day my darling brother downloaded Christina Aguilera's "Dirrty" video....and I dunno, it must be my young, impressionable mind, but I absolutely love it!!
I mean I liked the song before, but good lord, the video! That looks like MY kinda party!
Like I told Kerry, I need me some red panties!! Some chaps wouldn't hurt either!

My quads are killin' me from practicin' that winey "stripper-dip" move she does (ting look SO tough!), but I'm happy to say, that I think I finally have it down!
Yay me!

Signed
Pole-dancer-in-training

Why has my comments section been "Closed For Maintenance" for what seems like a week?
I miss hearing from everybody!
I feel isolated.
No woman is an island...even though sometimes I like to think I could be...I too, need people!