Partied at Xtreme last night with some groovy Russian peops. They had a surprising grasp on the whole rhythm and dancing thing! They represented and I was impressed!
It was like sardines in a can and WAY too crowded for the Iyah, but to de Ruskies the club seemed fairly empty! Well I never!

C.O.T.

What is it about me that screams "Outside Woman"??? What do I have to do to be "Mujer Numero Uno" in someone's eyes?? Do I need to bitchify myself? Shall I cuss and hit the men? Is that what they like? I don't want to have to drug or liquor them up, but tha's lookin' like what I'll have to do!

I must say, if the rest of the year is anything like the first day, then good grief, I better hang on to my heinie cuz it’ll be over in a flash (the year, not my heinie)!

I woke up around 3:15 pm. Headed to the beach around 4:15 with the Lanster. Hooked up with our favourite Hot Boys of the week. Big up to de original “Toodles” Crew!
Hung out with them for pretty much the rest of the night.

But I must mention the highlight of the day…which leads me to a…

C.O.T.
Right, so when I first saw Him there was a combination of my two main Greeting Options:
I started off walking, then broke into a kind of skippy jog, and nearly knocked him over in my excitement, all the while squealing “Omigosh! Hiiiiiiiiiiii!” I didn’t quite have the guts to layeth the smoocheth down in broad daylight in de middle of Accra though, so I just kissed ‘im on the cheek.
Oh man, this is gonna be epic.

Aaaaaaargh!
I don't believe this!
T- 1 hr and 30 minutes to party time, and I'm having extreme HAIR issues!!
I really should known this was gonna happen. I tried out this new steam hair presser tonight, thinkin' I'd be rockin' a straight 'do, but surprise, surprise, this kinda thing (which looks like some kinda medeival torture device) DOES NOT WORK ON NATURAL BLACK-PEOPLE HAIR!

Schuupes, so now my hair looks all frazzled and it's too late to really fix it, so I'm gonna have to pull it back in one! Dammit! This kinda thing can really offset a girl's night!

Anyhow, I guess I'll try to rise above and beyond this minor setback, and focus on the bigger issue here: It's the end of 2003!!!! AAAAAAAAAGH!!!! AAAAAAAAAGH!!
AAAAAAAAGH!!!!




Happy New Year, everybody.

About 10 years ago, one of the little-boys-next-door, who had a crush on me moved away to the States.

Tonight, I heard a knock on the door, I answered it, and who should I see standing before me, but the previously skinny and eye-level-to-a-belly-button, little pipsqueak, now transformed into a handsome, 6'1" 17 yr. old!
I really wished I took a lil' time out to fix my hair before I went to the door.

Cha....he really grew into those big buck-teeth of his.

Lord save me from these young boys!

(I know, I know, I need help, right Spidude?)

The New Year is looming ahead of me and I’m getting a sense of impending doom.
Okay, maybe tha’s a little dramatic, but I’m still feeling rather attached to 2003. I’m not ready for Twenty-Oh-Four. I feel like hiding in my bed, safe under my sheets.
3 more days…Yikes…I’m getting that familiar panicky feeling in my stomach. I need to keep reminding myself to breath.

C.O.T.
On a brighter note, the Coolest Guy I’ve Ever Known is comin’ home in about 2 days and x hours! Yet another reason to hold my breath! All now, I’m tryin’ to decide what’s the most appropriate way to greet him. Should I:

a) Walk up casually, give ‘im a big bear hug and say “Welcome back Star! I miss ya bad enough!”
OR
b) Run up enthusiastically, wrap my arms around ‘im like I’ll never let go, and kiss ‘im like Aragorn kissed Arwen at the end of LOTR, Return Of The King (dat was SO hot!).

Each has its pros and cons.