in regards to the aforementioned quote on Pain...

"you can't stop pain, you can only bear it til it's gone. then, it will make you a stronger person."

--js foster, Losing The Light

well com'ere, let's armwrastle,
& let's see if'fn i'm stronga than i wz
wen ya last seen me....

(if ah win, u hafta gimme a kiss.)
((if u win, i'ma hafta give u one.))

(((syke)))


.....

so, yay.

daddy called, and we ended up talking and laughing, laughing and sharing about things that daddies and daughters share, and now i feel a bit better about the my lil' emotional hiccup earlier tonight.

meanwhile.
why aren't i in the bed.
just cause i'm a freelancer now doesn't mean i need to just stay up all willy-nilly.
if i don't sleep i can't write.
if i don't write i can't get paid.
so to sleep i go.
away good night, away!
:)

eating cherry tomatos...

after just coming in from seeing a play tonight. i really feel like eating a carton of ice cream (buttapecan, to be exact) but these lil tom'cherries will suffice. suffice it to say, it was a play about relationships. between men and women. black men and women to be exact. written by a black man, directed by a black man. starring four black men. two of whom i know personally. one of which i spent the better part of the past two years loving with my whole heart. just because i thought he is a nice guy. and i have the collection of precious memories to prove it. they won't go away. but that's not what this is about. i went to see this play and it was quite entertaining though somewhat predictable. of course when you have a play with four men and their relationships with women, one of them is going to be coming out to the others as being gay. but thats not what this is about either. the main character, his name was jayson, and listening to him describe the pain of losing his love and just wanting to know from her why???? when all he wanted was the simple goodness that they shared, that was the most potent part of the play. and the experience that i could most relate to. at the end of the day, pain is pain, and watching his unfold and then eventually resolve was quite interesting, especially in light of the fact that the person who is a direct part of so much of my own heartache was playing the character that wanted to do whatever he could to help his friend cope with the pain. it was a good story and i'm happy i went. i'm no longer in pain, but i'd be lying if i didn't say that the remnants of a lil heart cramp came over me on my walk home. there was an ill line he delivered in the play about coping with pain. i wish i could remember what it was. or rather, i wish i'd known what it was this time last year when i was really going through. yeah......

thirteen minutes into spring'08....

and i'm TOTALLY EXCITED!!!!!!!!

ps, i found one of my favorite quotes, which is as follows:

IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO BE WHAT YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN. --George Eliot

MEANWHILE..................... I HAD NO IDEA GEORGE ELIOT WAS A WOMAN!!! :O
Mary Ann (Marian) Evans, better known by her pen name George Eliot, was an English novelist. She was one of the leading writers of the Victorian era. Her novels, largely set in provincial England, are well known for their realism and psychological perspicacity.

the text message of LYFE.

Mai i was thinking of you last night because i wrote
I AM
in my breath splot on the window and saw that it was
YOUR NAME
spelled backwards
and then i thought
this is girl is I AM
she is MAI LYFE
she needs to claim that each day
you are way talented
you can achieve your goals and never have to work again...
like, we need to walk on water and believe God.

***
((from one of my dearest of friends: Rosebloom))

Well, well, well!!!!

look whats tryin' to BLOOM
on the precipice
of the new season :)
(happy sigh, feelin high!!!!)

((swooooooooooooon))
~416~

sighs

feel good. even when what causes the sigh doesn't.

i rather not :)

Quote of the Day

"Life is a succession of moments, To live each one is to succeed." - Corita Kent

And i walked to Canal Street tonight...

....from the Bradhurst Theater on 44th and 8th Avenue, after seeing Cat on a Hot Tin Roof with african american acting royalty, James Earl Jones and Phylicia Rashad, and with Terrance Howard, Anika Noni Rose, Giancarlo Espocito, and Lou Myers, directed by Debbie Allen. But the reason I had to leave the theater and walk off my pure excitement was due to the adrenaline I got from staring Terrance Howard in the face and completely melting at the smile he pierced me with. I MELTED. I didn't have anything of relevance to say but "Hi....." with the doe-eyed-school-gurl-grin! AND HE KNEW IT. He knew I was melting. And I don't go ga-ga over meeting celebrities and actors.. I see people all the time, Stevie and Prince and all kind of others great entertainers, and am always very gracious and excited to meet them, maybe find something witty and interesting to say.. but I don't MELT into the school gurl crush!!!! (It's only happened one other time, when I met Andre Benjamin. Straight GA-GA. Nothing articulate came to mind or out of my mouth.) AND I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just grinnin'. Terrance Howard looked at me and smiled THREE TIMES. And I just......melted. And said "Hi." Swooooon.... I had to walk it off! Who knew.... Terrance. Howard! word!