i want to tell you that a homeless man said i could be his girlfriend if he didn’t already have one. and i want to tell you that at least fifteen men mumbled feet-related compliments one day. one of those men met me on a subway platform and asked me on a date three stops later. i declined, but i appreciate his effort.
i want to tell you that a man ran off the train to ask me if i was Sassy. I didn’t know if he was talking about the quality or a person. To clear up the confusion, he took out his phone and showed me a picture of Sassy from Black Ink. “You look just like her!” he said. I was honored.
i want to tell you that i met a gorgeous guy at the worst time ever. i want to tell you that i’m still single because it is so hard for me to make the leap from “i like him” to “i’m in love with him,” and i am as picky and hard to get as all my family and friends tell me i am.
i want to tell you that brooklyn is still home, even after all these years, even though i lay my head down on long island. i am madly plotting to raise enough money to buy a house here.
i want to tell you that i love academia but i’m so sick of grinding.
i want to tell you i just bought some hair that will make me look like nicki minaj as a church usher. i plan on wearing it with the dress that makes me look like a nun at a nightclub.
i want to tell you i can’t get enough of red cafe’s pretty girl gang: http://www.hiphopdx.com/index/singles/id.27896/title.Red+Cafe+f.+Fabolous-Pretty+Gang
i want to tell you that i desperately miss my friends in western mass, right along with beer at dirty truth, fries at sierra grille, nachos at high horse, pancakes at lone wolf. i miss the life i built for myself there, and starting over in NY is exciting but daunting….