Day 128
My cousin, the one who was more than fine with me chopping off my hair, keeps trying to suggests other ways I could style my hair other than the dreaded Sisterlocks. She suggested two-strand twists. Not down with that. I haven’t seen one woman that I thought looked nice with twists. Way too juvenile for [...]
Day 127
I have to go to the doctor again. I got two phone calls from my doctor when I was away from one of my desks. It seems I have to schedule an appointment so they can probably do some chest x-rays and ask me a million questions about how I’m feeling. I just spent the [...]
Day 126
I’m watching Dancing with the Stars. I absolutely love this show. I wonder if I can I buy it on DVD? I remember watching that movie Must Love Dogs, and I kept thinking, I could come up with a ton of movie titles like: Must love ballroom dancingMust love shaving legsMust love to bake Oatmeal [...]
Day 125
What did I spend Sunday doing? Well, I spent Sunday, looking through job Web sites. So far, there are lots of jobs in Los Angeles, but none I want. Not yet anyway. I will think about making the move down below when I finish school. There were a couple of jobs that did catch my [...]
Day 124
I just wanted to share with you what another opposer to locks wrote to me in an email. This is after directing her to Krystl’s blog. “It’s pretty, but I don’t think you should do dreads. It’s just too permanent & you have to cut it to change it. To me, long dreads make the [...]
Day 123
I got the brakes on my truck replaced. I sat at the place and did my homework while they worked on my truck. I got much more reading done than I though I would. I only wish they had wireless Internet. I would have been able to get even more done, like pay my credit [...]
Day 122
I have a list of books I would like to read when I finish school. Unaccustomed Earth by Jumpa Lahiri I read Jumpa’s book Interpreter of Maladies right before I went to Afghanistan. My cousin let me borrow it and I was immediately hooked. I read that book in two nights. It was just that [...]
