More Epiphanies N Shit...

The walking, dancing, swaying, prancing, moving, "damn girl you can dance", "shit you are gorgeous", yeah motherfuckers I know theme song: Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake

Aw people... I'm not trying to be all esoteric n shit, but damn, life reveals its-self in the oddest ways at the wierdest times.

Like waking up one morning and going "oh SHIT!"

My personal oh shit? I ain't crazy.
Nope.
Not by a long shot.

Sure I've got some shit with me. I have more issues than a German u-boat with a hole in it. I'm so human it's rediculous.

I sat on the phone with my sister-girl and listened to my pain echoed through her words and tears. I realized in that moment that it's absolutely true; we are the source of our own discomfort to the larger degree. I never blame anyone for my unhappiness, though my mouth talks a hella good game about it on a Sunday night. I know deep down that it's me that makes me unhappy. However, I do, or should I at this beautiful moment say did, make other's responsible for my happiness. That shit is whack-di-fied. Especially since the people that I allowed into my life to give me said happiness, for even the shortest of moments, have been some seriously whack motherfuckers. Still and all I am responsible for every damned second of my discomfiture because I am grown. Now it's time to go back to being responsible for my happiness.

Happiness for me this weekend?
Of course enjoying a hellafied show on Friday. FunkFace moved me yet again. HR, however, did not.
Catching up with Kelsey at Piano's and the cruel acts against dancing that were commited by the people around us.
Pulling an all nighter with aforementioned Kelsey and crew (which included Danny's crazy ass - that man is hilarious), arriving back in the Heights right before dawn, only to run into Negro and Chuli, which turned into Bustelo and watching Amen ascend.
Sleeping and waking to Cecilia knocking down my door with a plate of baccalao and yuca.
Polishing off a 706 page novel in 3 hours 17 minutes.
Downloading more freeware than my little treo could stand.
Writing 2 chapters of a throwback story called Abject Tera and getting to describe, in detail, how my heroine scalped someone who betrayed her.
Researching the current population growth trends and its global effect on society's mores - for no reason at all.
Spending 4 hours in Barnes and Nobles going through a bunch of books and cataloging the ones I am going to absolutely consume.
2 yoga sessions.
Downloading The Brothers Karamazov for my mobipocket reader.
Talking to people I love that genuinely love me.


You all know how this shit goes. You come to the grand realization and sometimes you fall down and you backslide. You pick yourself up, you dust yourself off, you throw your head up and you keep it moving.

That's exactly what the fuck I intend to do.
No shorts.
No prisoners.
Nope.
Not at all.

- Keepin it funky...

P.S. and to those that sleep, doubt or ridicule "Fuck all y'all"... I'm still that bitch
P.P.S. I don't care what ANYONE says, Justin Timberlake did the DAMN THING with that song... I'm so feeling it. Yeah, I'm bringing sexy back, show these little suckas how it's really done...