Thank You

I always use manners.

Thank You.

I also Love that I grew up watching my Local Idea Station, PBS

To My Previous Capacity

To Those Who Know and Those Who Do Not.

I Resign. You will not see me Today or Tomorrow.

To Those Who Care and Those Who Do Not.

You Do Have an address where my Paperwork can be sent.

It is the Law.

Dear Aunt Flo

Dear Aunt Flo,

I don’t know if I hate You, because that word is too strong and negative, you are my Aunt, and I still consider you Dear.

I don’t know if it is the fact that You make me have inappropriate breakdowns and/or fluctuations of emotions that I may think I feel that way. Or this way. Or another way. Or I cannot decide. Or…maybe you should just tell me.

I don’t know if it is the fact that You are Natural and We all have to wait for You and that We all get scared when We don’t see You.

I don’t know why I looked at this today: http://adiamondisforever.com/ and stared at it forever.  Not because it was shiny or because I thought it was romantic.  Because I was at work, and I was trying to figure out if when I do get married in the far away future, I may, or may not expect one similar because maybe the concept is ideal.  Or maybe I like it a lot because everyone else gets expensive things from potential suitors in hopes that things will happen.  Or maybe I was staring at it, debating and justifying the negativity that surround the process in which it was made.  Or maybe I was trying to justify my materialism.  Or maybe it was just so shiny and I could not look away.

I don’t know why I thought and remembered that Al Gore invented the internet.  And then thought about all the things that surround just that idea.  And remembered the movie The Matrix and it’s relativity to what is going on now.  And remembered that IEP web addresses are traced on your computer.  And then remembered how much I love technology because of it’s untapped possibilities.  And then remembered that it is tapped into. And then remembered that this new from of technology and communication like all communication is governmentally owned and documented and controlled and monitored.  And then I remembered the movie The Enemy of the State and how it was remade when I remembered the movie Eagle Eye.  And then I remembered the parallels in all the media that always happen just like Living Single and Friends.  And than I remembered In Living Color.  And then I remembered Saturday Night Live.

And then I remembered why I write this blog thing.  And then I remembered what invasion of privacy means.

And then I remembered People will always be misunderstood if People don’t care enough or try hard enough to understand them.  And then I remembered that some of the People today at that meeting thing I went to understood Me.  And then I remembered that some People talk in code.  And then I remembered Chismis is the Pilipino Grapevine of an undocumented, altered form of history.  And then I remembered how much I missed my Aunties.  And then I remembered how much I really did want to go with Dhanz. And then I remembered Obama’s story when he returned to his Father’s Own Land.  And then I remembered that is what is probably what was needed.  And then I remembered Sarah Palin’s new book.  And then I remembered how I keep on forgetting to buy it and read it.

And then I remembered I need to stop writing because I have Christmas Cards to send out.

XO,

iamyellowiambrowniamwoman

Why I Really Quit My Old Job and Only the Government Knows

No one would help me figure what was really going on.

In 2007, Major Universities received funds upon the passage of the College Cost Reduction and Access Act HR 2669, and the earmark bill Part J–Strengthening Historically Black College and Universities and Other Minority-Serving Institutions.

And now they are trying to trap all the Cool Kids to go There with their awesome marketing that psychologically misleads others.

Well it was an accumulation of things.

But really, no one really helped me try to figure this out.  I asked old SGA Appropriations Board Members.  And countless administrators that I thought would actually assist me or point me in the right direction to even begin my sleuthing.

Actually the accumulation of my personal life and this document led me to Civally Disobey that crap.  Because it is and was and forever shall be. Crap.

And I was supposed to be the spokesperson and condone this act.

Crap.

And only the Good People at the Old Job knew.

But now You do too!

And all the Real Cool Kids that know how to decipher real codes!

You, YOUth are the Best!

I <3 Men

Once upon a time ago, I could easily express that I Love Men vocally, verbally, proverbially

but Now I am somewhat scared.

Once upon a time ago, I did not mind having open relationships.  Until I got my heart broken. And the next time I saw Him was when I was a server.  He was with his new extended family.  And all He could do was hide from me.  But I saw Him in plain sight from my assigned table.  And still I kept my composure, schmoozed, and was then compensated for my ability to overact.  The hardest part was that He was there.  It was the Holiday season…actually the same time in My Life here in the Present…but just a Year ago.  The hardest part was that He was there….and did not acknowledge Me.  But the best part was when I called Him a Year before this incident and cursed him out. On. New. Year’s. Eve.

Happy New Year!  I’m Better WithOUT YOU!

Once upon a time ago, I waited.  I’m tired of waiting.  Why can’t Men be more Aggressive? With Love, Life, Direction. Maybe a couple of sentences ago…the generalized word Men was an overstatement.  But a lot of very Strong, Smart, Beautiful Men are just making me….wait.  Aggressiveness is a sign of healthy competition in your attempt to ensure Survival of the Fit.

So be Fit, Stay Fit, Let’s get Fit Together.  Be Aggressive in a Better Way…a Healthier Way.  Be Direct with Your Feelings. State your Intentions and Don’t Assume.  Communicate because I am here to Listen…You know, in person where real Life takes place and in fact does become Personal.  Because I want to form an Interpersonal Relationship with You.  And not with You and Your Poems.  Not You and Your Songs.  Not You and Your FaceBook Status.  Not You and Your Text Messages.  Not You and Your 2-minute Phone Conversations. Not You and Your Subtle Hints/Passive Aggressiveness.

I Lied.  I. Am. STILL. Waiting.

Because until A Man knows this Truth and acts upon it, I will Wait.

Italy

To tell you the Truth.  I Love Italian Culture.  Well I Love European Culture altogether.  But I am not sure of this trailer and also not sure of what to think of it:

http://www.apple.com/trailers/weinstein/nine/medium.html

To tell you the Truth.  Upon further review, The Film is something I will watch.  And then judge to my own personal standards.  I base those new formed opinions after viewing the website:

http://www.nine-movie.com/#/about-the-film

To tell you the Truth.  The website is Genius.  Just the Glitz and Glam and Order and Listing and Photography and Placement and Juxtaposition and Film Biographies…and lack of certain Film Biographies…is Genius.

The Women are shining in the forefront while the Focus is on the Male Lead.  The abandon of the Filmmakers to put their Own Biographies is key to the Movie’s Marketing.

The Women are depicted around the Male Lead.  Each with their Own Individual

Character, Idiosyncrasy, Talent, Voice and Philanthropy.

To tell you the Truth. I cannot wait to watch this on Christmas Day with my Female Family Members.

And I cannot wait to talk about how this Truly depicts Life.

And I cannot wait to discuss how We do in Fact secretly rule the World

in All of Our Beautifully Unique Ways.

Weekends

It is hard working Weekends, because You are by Yourself and No One believes your documentation. I know how many hours I work and I know how long it takes me to eat. And I know how long it takes me to eat with Family that is visiting.

It is hard working Weekends, because I would much rather have my Teammates there. Well, just Those that know how a Team functions–Those that know that where one falls short, the other should pick up. Those that know mind games are just games and our work should be shared and carried evenly.

It is hard working Weekends, because Weekends used to be when I would spend time for Me.

It is hard working Weekends, because I have to work an 11 day-work week to surround that Weekend.

It is hard working Weekends, because I used to Love the word Weekend.

But now….

I. Am. Indifferent.

My Life is Not a Joke

The Defense rests.

I cannot implicate without further evidence than that what was surmounted and documented on websites.

Property was stolen–that of identity and/or material and/or paperwork. That in itself is a criminal act…

if it did happen.

The Defense rests.

I cannot sleep because I know everyone is not telling the Whole Truth because of some uninformed figment of whom they think I am.

I don’t care I just want to sleep.

Stop Lying to me.

The Defense rests.

Tapping into my insurance and prank calling my friends is documented by their cell phone carriers.

As state employees I do not know what will happen but allowing to let it go this far is not a joke.

My Life is Not a Joke.

The Defense Rests.

New Crush

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexander_of_Bergamo

Mean Girls

I Am Cady.

No one knows how to spell my name correctly. I have traveled and am in understanding on how the world should run. I Am Hot–and also Haute.

I Am Cady.

I believe in a beauty that is natural and skin deep. I can tolerate others from different backgrounds. I am very Diplomatic.

I Am Cady.

I have epiphanies randomly even though it is not the full story. I can actually be good at Math if I stop letting things distract me from concentrating on the true problems and issues in front of me. I Am Smart.

I Am Cady.

I can wear whatever and say whatever and the only end result is Beauty. I also think all people and things from all walks of Life are Beautiful. I Am Beautiful.

I Am Cady.

I know other languages. I will not use them for your amusement unless you will pay me a differential or even ten cents a word–my ability to learn languages and develop their accents has been a skill that I’ve been developing. I Am Skillful.

I Am Cady.

I love to eat and experience other Cultures through their Cuisine. I know that rice is a staple in Third World Countries and Developing Nations and has become deeply ingrained in many cultures and is parallel to bread and pasta in a lot of European Cuisine because carbohydrates are fillers and during The Great Depression, everyone used them. I Am a Foodie.

I Am Cady.

I Love Me and those that are decent enough to get to know Me and those that do not allow themselves to from a presumptive persona of whom they think I am because of what others say or what they see or what they hear or what I type.

I am Cady because everyone that gets to know me Loves me.

I am Cady because I get all the HOT guys in the end.

I am Cady because YOU are not.