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Some things never change.  I’m 30 years old.  Educated.  Professional.  I’ve been told that I have a ‘presence’; take that how you want.  So, the fact that I’m the proud owner of a vagina gives people the right to negate all of the former?  Oh, ok.

There is a time and place for everything.  If you’ve been following my blog then you already know that I’ve got a lotta shit going on, and a lot of serious shit at that.  Primarily, I’m wrapping up my academic career in this here PhD program at GW.  So, yeah, it’s perfectly understandable that I’m not walking around alla time with this jovial ass disposition because frankly, I’ve got a lot on my mind.  Always have.  Prolly always will.  All my introverts can relate.  Now, just because I look like I’m deep in thought alla time (and most of the time I probably am honestly), does not mean that I am mean, or in a mood, or not a happy person.

So this shit happened in real life:

I’m getting off the elevator leaving work on my way to class, and this Uncle Fester ass looking knee-grow that works at the front desk (who always has some shit to say to me, every single time I walk through the lobby) is sitting behind his lil desk talking on his cell phone- I know right!  But I kid you not, he literally puts his conversation on hold to tell me to ‘smile’ because it was a ‘beautiful day’.  I didn’t disagree with him, it was a beautiful day, one of the first ones we’ve had after this neverending winter.  So…lemme get this straight tho…just because I’m not jumping for joy on my way to stats class then something’s wrong with me?  OR, I’m not appreciative of the beautiful day that The Lord has made? Oh, ok.

Unfortunately this is nothing new for me.  Ever since I can remember I must have had a certain ‘look’ on my face.  I can remember one time when I must have been in undergrad when this was brought to my attention by a lot of people.  But in one particular case this individual told me that I had such a pretty face if I would only smile 0_0  This stuck with me and apparently when I went home and and told my oldest aunt Bae (yes, her name was Mary but we called her bae, before u heaux made ‘bae’ a thing) what had happened, she certainly had an opinion to say the least.  I told her that some random said I should smile because I had such a pretty face and all…  Well, Bae was like fdb lol!  I will never forget her exact words, “FUCK THEM!  What? You supposed to be walking round grinning like a damn chess cat?”  Then she proceeded to mock herself with this ridiculously obnoxious grin on her face that made me bust out laughing.  It was just what I needed.  And ever since then, I made a conscious decision to be exactly who I was, no matter who took offense or was uncomfortable.

So yeah, random ass Uncle Fester in the lobby: who axed you??? (I know this dude prolly speaks Wal-Mart and all so…).  Like I’m sorry, but just because I walk past you I don’t need for you to say something to me every single time.  Like it’s literally like he feels compelled to say something yall.  And when this phuckery fell outta his mouf I was done.  Nawl, I’m lying; I was done way before then.  Like, if I never show another teeth in my head what business is it of his?  Chial I got shit to do!  And when I’m at work, I’m at work.  I’m a rehab counselor, it aint like I make sunshine and rainbows for a living, this shit aint all sunny days most of the time.  Bottom line:


Mango Salsa

I made this last night and let it marinate until today.  I ate it with salmon, but I’m sure it’ll prolly go well with other things too.


  • 1 mango, diced
  • 1/2 red bell pepper, diced
  • 2 tbsp fresh cilantro, chopped
  • 1/2 small red onion, diced
  • juice from 1 lime
  • 1 jalapeno pepper, diced and seeds removed (I think I may leave this out next time, too hot for my tastes)
  • salt and pepper to taste

Mix all the ingredients in a bowl and serve.  Store in an air tight container.