AS IF THERE ARE 8 THINGS I HAVENT ALREADY SHARED WITH YOU...

Nobody tagged me...and I aint tagging nobody.

But you don't need my permission.

By the way, who made up these crack azz rules anyway??

Rules:
1. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
2. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

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1. The first time I remember having a psychic inclination was a couple years back. I had a very vivid dream about my childhood sweetheart. The next day I emailed him and his brother. The one to him bounced back, undeliverable. Within 2 weeks I got a call saying his body was just found in a river.

Today, it’s getting stronger. I will have a thought, and then soon thereafter it will manifest in some way. 2 days ago I had a random thought about a previous convo I'd had about how I'd manage my money with my husband. NO LIE, when I got to work, the topic on the radio was Spouses Having Separate Bank Accounts. It’s freaking me out more and more because obviously when I get bad thoughts it’s accompanied by intense anxiety. I want to talk to someone about it, but if I talk to a pastor I don’t think they’ll take it seriously, and if I talk to a psychic I’m scared they’ll have me doing all types of devil shit.

2. Turns out a good friend of mine from high school is a woman beater and has been since high school. I’m shocked, but also particularly pissed at our mutual guy friends who don’t check him on it. I’ve dealt with this before when my brother hit his girl many years ago. Even then his friends actually chastised me for “taking her side.” I took the RIGHT side. Because of that, I’ve been hesitant about confronting my friend. But the whole issue makes me feel like if God forbid something ever went down, I could end up like her.

3. I played varsity basketball all 4 years in high school. Was an All City point guard. And I pretty much singlehandedly lost a big game to our rivals senior year. (And no, I don’t still wear long mesh gym shorts and cut off tees)

4. I lost my virginity to a high school boyfriend…sophomore year of college. I just knew I wasn’t ready until that exact moment that it happened…After several botched attempts we sealed the deal at his sister's boyfriend's house. He couldnt WAIT to run his mouth and I was pissed. But consequently, I developed a bit of an exhibitionist's spirit. Folo'd it up with a stint in front of a window with a crowd watching, a side street off 6th Ave in the Village, and a park, among others.

5. I finally saw his show last night, so here goes my infamous Shaq story…in college I interned at the T0day Show. My intern buddy gave me a tour of 30 Rock, and was sure to show me the SNL stage. One night after work when I didn’t have to go to my paying job (of course I was the poor lil black girl who had to get a job during the semester while the others worked at T0day full time), I wandered over to the set, looked down and saw that they were rehearsing. Kelsey Grammer was the host that week, and out comes Shaq to rehearse a special sketch. So he’s enormous and Im in awe, standing up on the balcony. Im looking down and he’s eating a similarly enormous slice of pizza. The writers are rewriting around him and he looks up at me and I wave. His hands full, he waves back…with half a “snake”…ya know the neck dance. I raise an eyebrow, then answer back with a Wop. Without hesitation, his big azz does the running man. With my work bag still on my shoulder, I cabbage patch my azz off. Im pretty sure by then he Roger Rabbits and back and forth we go. Then it suddenly occurs to me that I'm not out at the Paladium, not an extra on Beat Street, and that he is not exactly inconspicuous. So ONLY out of embarrassment, did I concede victory to Shaq. Whatev, that big muhfcuka aired me out.


6. I’m no longer a credible commentarian on gay issues. Why, because EVERYTHING seems gay to me these days. So if ever I assign the homo label on this blog, just treat me like your grandma who is out of her mind. Ignore me.

Like, I saw a guy at the Y last week jumping rope. Not on no deh neh nehhhhhhhhhh Rocky jump rope training. But on some, school girl…one.foot.at.a.time skipping rope.

And my first thought was, How Gay.

Or when a guy at the ‘buck ordered a white chocolate mocha misto with soy milk.

Gay.

Or the guy who starts his statements with, ‘Girl.’

Gay.

Bluetooth as fashion accessory?

SO gay.

Female performers who grab their “nuts” on stage. (ok, that REALLY IS gay tho!)

A group of nggas doing the snap dance...

Bonus points for if one of em got on capris.

R0bin.Thicke dancing the rumba in tight chinos on the BET Aw@ards.

Or real big ridiculous muscles.

Or a guy walking around sipping from a bitch azz martini glass. Or better yet, a skinny straw.

I know, irrational.

7. When I was little, the old people down the street had grandkids that would come visit during the summer. The girl was my ace. Libby. Somehow that friendship led to me having an imaginary friend who I called Black Libby. My brother reminds of this on pretty much every holiday, usually after I laugh about him being a breach baby.

8. I’m very sociable, but intensely anti-social. Feel me? In other words, I love hanging out, but I absolutely hate PEOPLE.

*Bonus. I have a new crush (My Neil, has no bearing on my devotion to our ongoing cyberfantasy, ok babes)...Hot, young, cooks, plays in my hair, tatted, sharp (tongue and mind), great writer, hardcore yet a big ole teddy bear. Reminds me A LOT of me. :) Problem is, my crush has no cojones. :(

AAAAAAND SCENE.