Uncle Funkys Daughter...

Tomorrow I have a hair appointment at Uncle Funky's Daughter...a natural hair salon. Thinking of pursuing the whole dred thing. This should be interesting...

It's Been a Long Time...

One of my fears of moving to Houston, moving ANYWHERE, was loosing myself. When I moved to Brooklyn, I wanted to loose myself, but actually found me. Since moving to Houston, I'm not quite sure where I fit in.

I'm not the quintessential black girl. I'm not even TRYING to get with the southern hospitality thing (I have a foul mouth and I use it...), I'm not much for cowboy hats although I might embrace the boots. I listen to rock and messy electrical hip hop and I never go out of my way to match my clothes or accessories. I'm not exactly what one might call "fitting in". Although, I'm not trying to either, which is good news. Fitting in is for Jr. High students. Growing up has everything to do with being you, throughout criticism.

So one of the symptoms of trying to find my grounding is loosing some inspiration. Tia gave me some good advice (as usual), when she said I need to get out on my own again. It's true, time to myself is as necessary as watering a plant every week. So I'm making initiatives to find things to do by myself.

I've met some cool people out here, but I can't stop comparing everything around me to places I've been, and I'm finding myself unimpressed (with the surroundings, not the new friends). I don't know what that means, but I've never been licked my a city yet....and Houston will most definitely not lick me.

The blogger returns.

Love Drains my Veins

I'm so strung out on my boyfriend. I can't even remember what alone feels like these days. I wake up next to him, we drive to work together, our weekends are all about each other. I'm starting to feel like a crack head. Like I have this habit that I know I need to kick, but no matter how hard I try I reach for the pipe every chance I can get. The pipe!!! The pipe is calling me!!!

By the time I get back to CA I'll look like this:

Goin Back to Cali

Now that Houston has begun to settle into my bones a bit more, it's time to take a trip back home. This will be my first trip home in longer than I care to think about. My best friend Theresa put the phone to my God son Tashawn's mouth and I heard him yell out, "I lub uuuuu!!!!" It was enough to make this girl spring to the computer and look up ticket prices. Just to see his little cheeky face is enough to make me pay full price.

Not only is it Shawnie's birthday but it's about time I saw a few other people. Namely my grandmother. So once again I'll be packing my things and jetting out, this time to West coast. I miss California like I miss good R&B music.

Also, I'll probably be stopping in San Francisco to hit up H&M, juuuuuuust to see whats goin on.