Sunday, January 23, 2005

Dead sexy, I am

You Are Sensual Sexy

You exude a luxiourous sensuality in your everyday life
Turning heads every where you go, it's all about your sexy attitude.
You're naturally hot - gorgeous in both sweats and stilettos.
Your biggest problem is that your utra sexy self sometimes scares men away.

What Kind of Sexy Are You? Take This Quiz :-)

Find the Love of Your Life
(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.


Sunday, January 16, 2005

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Folkie? Creo que no

From Amanda:

You are a Folkie. Good for you.

What kind of Sixties Person are you?
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I thought I was a little more radical than that, but eh, good enough. Better Folkie than Square!

Saturday, January 15, 2005


The PJ's You Are Most Like: Underwear

You enjoy the simple things in life and aren't hard to please
You have an understated, easy sexyness that men love
And you're confident enough to pull it off - without being overbearing

What Kind of PJ's Are You? Take This Quiz :-)

Find the Love of Your Life
(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

Yep. Uless it's too hot for undies.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

That's some loud-ass thunder

all I hear are car alarms. Deep.

So, Third in Line, First in Class, eh?


Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Support Groups

Are there support groups for grad students on leave who want to find a damn diss topic that won't make them retch?

Monday, January 10, 2005

Everybody Does Not Love Raymond. and blah blah

I won't go into the Slate Article We've all Read By Now. I can't be an academician right now. I can only feel human.

I hate Raymond. I hate everything about that show. I hate how absolutely worthless Ray as a character is. He's a whiny, gutless mama's boy who is "emasculated" by everyone around him: his misanthrope father, his wacked-out passive-aggressive mother, his brother who defies explanation, and the harridan known as his wife. Why does it feel like she's always about to haul off and clock him? She's shrill, she yells, she's a stay-at-home mom to look up to.

WHY is this show still on? WHY? WHY WHY WHY WHY? God, WHY? It's sick to me. Maybe because my family life ain't so grand. Maybe b/c of the therapy, I dunno. Wait, back up. Family, that's it. As someone who's working pretty damn hard to unscrew herself up, I can't watch that many rude, obnoxious people in denial, and folks making kajillions off of it. Just help me understand.

Seriously, it's a piece of crap.

Now Alias is some classy tv, and I, too, will be lining up to drool over Jennifer Garner in Electra. I love women who do violence upon bad men. Always have. When i was little, I used to watch the Saturday Kung Fu movies, just waiting to see girls fight men and sometimes win! Hell, let's keep it real. I like to see women beat up men. La Femme Nikita: loved it until the end when she started crying and getting all emotional. And it's not about women poisoning men, or getting lovers to kill men off, it's women kicking butt. I don't bother covering this in therapy, b/c I like being this way currently.

Here's my fluff moment for the week of January 5-12:
Rick Yune was so haaaaaaaaut on the season premiere last week. Hot. Hot as in, I would consider allowing myself to be impregnated by said Rick. Mmmm, Yune. Lexi Yune. Why'd he go and die?
Great. Neighbors having sex for the third time today. And it's not even that I want some. Do I? Have to think about it. So messy and yucky, and men talk during it, which totally ruins it, cuz you're definitely not my daddy, sicko, and "it" ain't yours. So, no, no sex. Just, so loud and so choreographed. Maybe I'm twisted, but I can tell by the springs that old boy has a few choice moves, which will take them about 10-15 minutes. maybe they start on other furniture so i can't hear them. But by the time they make it to the bed, which shares my damned wall, it's squeaking and moaning and various elbows and knees hitting the wall. He has a home. Why don't they go to his place? maybe I am a hater. Oh well.

Uh oh, think I'm tanked up on caffeine again, had 20 oz of Coke today, when I'd quit cold turkey before Xmas. Then some iced tea. And chocolate cake. And pizza. Not good.

Whizzing onto the next topic: Guilty Pleasure Meme or Confessional Meme. Yeah, pretty much the same thing. So here we go:

CD I have in my car that I roll up the windows to listen to
Kenny Rogers, Love Songs. So?!

Book I read flat so no one could see the title
The Lemony Snicket series. It's literature, dammit.

Crappiest song ever sung at karaoke
"Private Dancer"

Bad movie I watch repeatedly
Pretty in Pink. I cry at the prom scene EVERY time.

Article of clothing I love though I know it's wrong
My teal Mandarin dress. I looked damn good in it. Even the ex was drooling in front of his future wife.

What I order at the bar when no one is listening
Belvedere and Sprite.

Fast food item I adore
Fried chicken, red beans and rice and a biscuit from Popeye's. Mmm. Popeye's.

A TV show that is a good example of the downfall of civilization that I love anyway
Vegas, has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, but everyone is beautiful and spending money and the sistah is British. And I've always loved Vanessa and Nikki.
So there you have it.

I think I'm through for a while. The KKK in MO is putting their Adopt-A-Highway signs back up, and I say good. Freedom of speech, and all that. But what makes me want to regress is when the national spokesperson from the KKK goes on the radio and denies his organization has a history of violence. I keep looking for the link, but I can't find it. Trust me. He said it. He said other people might have taken the mantle of the KKK, but they're a peaceloving group who are just Christians. And "Racialists," WTH ever that means.


Sunday, January 02, 2005

2005: WTH Ever

And the title pretty much sums it up for me. What the hell ever. Have you ever screwed up your life so badly that not even the façade of a new chance makes you feel better? Check that: my life isn’t screwed up all that badly. I screwed up my career, sure. But it FEELS like a serious LexiSNAFU that’s already 15 months old. And that’s just old. So I thought, why bother with resolutions? Shit’s just gonna continue rolling downhill onto the hut in the wilderness known as my life.

Why, Lexi, do you start out 2005 already in a funk, you may ask? It’s two days old, give it a chance. Well, I can’t really do that. For two reasons. 1) I don’t consider this my New Year, just yet. And 2) According to the calendar I’m following this year (Chinese Lunar), the Year of the Rooster is not going to be the best for this Tigress. So, damn, why not just look forward to 2006? Can I sleep another year away?

Sigh. Fine, let’s just go through this exercise, because apparently I’m a glutton for punishment. And, even though it feels really good to contemplate, I can’t just sleep another year away.

2005 Reso-Frikkin-lutions

1) Getting the hell out of St. Louis. Working on this one now. There’s really nothing left here for me. I have few friends, no family, no reliable work, no inspiration. I’m worse than stagnant here. And I’m sure St. Louis is quite lovely for quite a few people, and a great place to live and raise children. It’s just not for a progressive Black woman with flexible ideas about Crhistianity, who doesn’t want to get married, and thinks children are optional.

2) Finishing my coursework. Oh GOD, please let me finish this shit up!

a. Find a got-damned diss topic that won’t make me retch for the next year and half, and makes me actually want to finish it and get the damned paper and get the hell out of school. I may have to get me to a Buddhist temple behind that one.

3) Losing the gut. The spread is just ugly. Ugly.

4) Maintaining and finding more of my truths. Because they’re all I have. And I’m walking into a precarious situation: going back home. I can’t regress into my teenhood and early 20s, where I expected my parents to run my life and make all my decisions for me. And I can’t get into fights every danm day. And I don’t want to hide my liquor. Well, I’ll probably have to hide my booze. I mean, I’ve discovered some truths, but Lord knows I’m surrounded by denial. Keep it real, girl.

5) Fleshing out my pleasures. If I want to learn to DJ, dammit, I’m going to. If I want to go to Glasto, dammit I’m going to. If I want to bitch-slap a bigot (if I figure out a way to get away with it) dammit I’m going to. I need to learn to make me happy.

6) Making some critical decisions on what I want to do for the next phase of my life. Because I can’t continue on like this. I’m not living the life I’m supposed to live, I can tell. But I’m still too damned scared to chuck it all and start over. Because of those critical voices in my head. Why am I going home? Oh, yeah, broke as hell. At least I’ll pay less in rent.

Because I’m a shameless American and we love ending on up-notes, I’ll close by giving thanks, once again, to everyone who stopped by with a kind word, and some support. Thank you for the card, the comments, and the e-mails.

Saturday, January 01, 2005

I love to love you baby

Naughty Girl by Beyonce

"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl
I'm callin all my girls
We're gonna turn this party out
I know you want my body"

2004 was your year! You felt sexy as hell - and it showed.

What 2004 Hit Song Are You?

Wow, I got the only DC song i've liked since Independent Women

My New Year's Resolution

Your New Years Resolution Should Be: Wake up before noon

You've been accused of sleeping your life away
And it's a little bit true - you are really into your pillow
In fact, it may be years since you've seen a sunrise at the *start* of your day
Sleep a little less. Some sunshine would do you good.

What Should Your New Year's Resolution Be?