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| I do not really remember the last time I wrote (blogged) about something, anything at all. I have been deliriously bummed about life as of 1...2...3 minutes ago, and it dawned on me, (like most things usually do when I wake up in the morning), I am bored with NYC. I am absolutley bored with this place. Don't get me wrong it is a beautiful place to live, if you don't mind the 6 car tunnel snakes, or the fact that there is an ENTIRE city of "mole" people that live beneath you some as far down as 30ft! All of these things and more are what make-up the greatness about this place, but lets face it after 20yrs of living here it is time to move on. I think I would try my hand at Italy, France, Spain or even Germany. What are the chances of me trekking off to France or Italy and never coming back to America? Of course I will come back to visit, but not until my "home sickness" has disappeared. Maybe I will take on a new name or a new eye color. How would green eyes look on me? Strange I am sure. Plus I heard that it is god awfully expensive to change your eye color (yes it is possible). About two years ago I was ranting and raving about running away to France and never coming back, changing my name, learning the language and speaking it enough to the point where I forget there was such a things as English. This is what not having the opportunity to visit another place does to you. Now I am down to just moving out of NYC and visiting another country for a year. Can you imagine that? Taking a year off from life here in the States, and trekking it to another country. I can accomplish this one of four ways:
A) Taking on a part-time job as a stripper. Sliding down poles will not only keep me in shape but allow me the opportunity to save massive mulah!
B) Marry a rich man/woman quit my job and race on to another country, using the poor sap all the way.
C) Rob a bank, which would mean that I would have to move to another country anyway, but that is to much like putting in overtime.
or,
D) Just finish school so that I can make my traveling dreams a possibility, which seems like the only option as of now. Not that I would mind doing option A but only as a backup plan.
Oh the endless possibilites.
To get rid of some of my boredom, I tried dating, so far what a mess that has become. I realize that I am really too picky. Either that or the men are just I-D-I-O-T-S.
"Oh come on Tameron", I hear you saying, "it sounds like you have allowed yourself to think that you are too good for them."
Well God-damn-you! So what if I think I am too good for them. I am getting older not younger and life in this realm is getting shorter. I need someone in my life that I don't have to teach things to. Like how to cook, clean, wash their clothes, keep a tidy house, etc. I don't want someone that constantly says "it's about the simple things in life," or "what a glorious little munchkin you are." Well not anyone ever said the latter to me but if they did I would aquire a conniption fit. Oh boy there is no pleasing Ms. Tameron is there? Well I can also build a time machine and go back to the B.C. era to visit my favorite general of all time Hannibal Barca, and carry his love child. If that is the case you will just never hear from me again. So until my brains are stretched to the capacity of time machine bandit, I will be here blogging, (writing) and dreaming of a distant far off land! P.S. Today is my birthday! OH GODDESS! | | |
| I have been quite busy for the past couple of months, busy being lazy on an artistic level that is. I do not remember the last time I actually wrote anything, internet blogging or otherwise. So I guess this is an attempt at my "failed" life as an artist, to awaken the demonic forces inside of me that have had way to much tequila to phantom accomplishing anything intelligent. I am spent. Spent beyond boredom with myself to care to remember what my former English Professor succeeded to drill into my brain about life and connecting my soul to something worth while, like making it to class on time. Fuck you Professor Bennett, fuck you for being right, and salutations to my former greater self.
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| Okay, so I went with my friend on her pet sitting job a couple of months ago. I am sitting on the couch minding my business, and here comes this little miss kitty. She plants herself in my lap and proceeds to sniff under my breast! She wasn't kneading or licking just sniffing really hard! I had a cat that was extremely affectionate, but this one was really trying to sniff my skin off! 
Caliente Cab in NYC has some awesome drinks! The Mojitos and the Daquris are still spinning in my head!! They are all fancy for Halloween. 
My cousin hiding behind the curtains in the hotel room. It is moments like this that lets me know there is nothing to worry about. No matter how experiences in life can try to bring you down, it will be alright. 
He ran up to me and demanded a dance! I couldn't refuse! 
Best friend, cousin & brother on our way to the M&M store in Manhattan. 
At the M&M store getting some good loving! Don't let the kisses fool you! He maxed out my credit card!! Seriously! 
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|  Elrond, for a cat you have a nice booty! lol 
My trip to VA 
Tiff, Stef, and your's truely! 
The boys...yeah just boys. 
Side view of the mohawk. 
Bella and Regan playing Uno...bestest in background with her "mans & dem" 
Parade at 8th and I barracks. 
My name is Ginger...rawr!! 
Bella licking my drunk face! | | |
| :My friend sent this to me in an email, and I find it to be an interesting read: A white man asked his black friend, "Are you voting for Barack Obama
just
because he's black?" The black man responded by saying, "Why not? Hell, in this country men
are
pulled over everyday just cause they're black; passed over for
promotions
just cause they're black; considered to be criminals just cause they're
black; and there are going to be thousands of you who won't be voting
for
him just because he's black! However, you do not seem to have a problem
with
that! This country was built with the sweat and whip off the black
slaves'
back, and now a descendent of those same slaves has a chance to lead the
same country, where we weren't even considered to be people, where we
weren't allowed to be educated, drink from the same water fountains, eat
in
the same restaurants, or even vote. So yes! I'm going to vote for him!
But
it's not just because he's black, but because he is hope, he is change,
and
he now allows me to understand when my grandson says that he wants to be
president when he grows up, it is not a fairy tale but a short term
goal.
He now sees, understands and knows that he can achieve, withstand and do
ANYTHING just because he's black!" | | |
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