Shoes.

I love shoes. Always have always will. This year I added some dope pairs that I bought for weddings or other occasions. These ones I got for New Years Eve which I'll be spending in New York with my girl Morgs and some of her hometown (Charlotte, NC) friends. Even better, SM my wifey is coming up too! We're going to push the limit of how hard we can rage and are going to a downtown club called M2. should be insane.

shoe: Calvin Klein--- 4 1/2 in heel, 1/2 platform. nutttt.

My night in tweets.

SM, Akili and myself die most morning after one of us has had a nice out. The tweets are more indicative than any picture sometimes. So, as I lay here in my geriatric hangover, I thought about the time line and progression of the night and duh I went to twitter to fill the holes.

So: last night my brother and my play-brother (patrick, my bro's Best friend) go out with my girl K.Beau. Things got randomly rowdy fast.

Omg I just remember eating Koronet jumbo slice at 4am. Fack.


Tweets:

From: @seshmoney
Sent: Dec 19, 2009 12:38a

Wasted. Pourin one out for section 8

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From: @seshmoney
Sent: Dec 19, 2009 12:49a

White boy wasted. I am torn.

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From: @seshmoney
Sent: Dec 19, 2009 12:59a

Shots shots shots shots shots shots shots

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From: @seshmoney
Sent: Dec 19, 2009 1:22a

I'm tryin to hear some bangers!

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From: @seshmoney
Sent: Dec 19, 2009 1:49a

F my lifeeeeeee shots shots shots http://tweetphoto.com/6720575

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From: @seshmoney
Sent: Dec 19, 2009 2:00a

This is my life @kristenbeau http://tweetphoto.com/6721160

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From: @seshmoney
Sent: Dec 19, 2009 2:39a

Blaxkout or backout Sunccckkaaaaa

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From: @seshmoney
Sent: Dec 19, 2009 2:48a

But will you RiDE?!?!

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----- by all means, look at the twitpics. Hahaha right now I don't know what's worse. The fact that I'm blogging about being old and so hung over that my sinus hurts.... Or the fact that I ride this hard for twitter. This could be a double K.O fail.

**google section 8. The whole program is frozen because of budget cuts as of yesterday. Uh--many of my clients at my internship NEED Sect. 8....so one had to poured out**

Holiday Party...

Oh hey y'all. I just finished finals! I'm like, real happy. My family just got to town, got new clients at my internship....so things are exciting and busy.

On Wednesday night my agency had their office holiday potluck for all the case workers. Fun right? Well, my supervisor insisted on me bringing my parents. Here I am, that freakin intern with her parents at the office party.

Well it went real well! Haha my parents took the train to the bronx with me, and met everyone. They absolutely loved Doug and I mean, duh...I love doug so it worked out perfectly haha.

My family is still up here, and my bro is staying w/ me and E. Tonight I plan to get him into some real crazy shit with his buddy patrick. Hopin to get blacked out like a freshman... Its winter break, dammit!!

Oh, and that's what I wore to the x-mas dinner. It was sort of a big deal because usually I wear like, baggy-ish jeans, my nike air max sneakers or clarks, and a tee-shirt +zip or cardigan. Nothing cute but like, I work in a boys club with homeless people so cute stuff is like, really not appropriate.

Needless to say I was excited to get a lil dressed up.

Ok. I'm rambling to avoid the real story. So I'm at a potluck dinner and its like, the food? Its bangin. I hadn't had a legit meal in like 4 days because of finals and all the mess with the banker. I'm like, "Self, you know how sensitive you are to everything. Don't spaz in here, eating whatever the fuck you wanna"

Obviously I didn't follow my own advice. The downfall was this lasagna that my co-worker brought. It was just TOO much flavor. With each bite my stomach was screaming back "please. No more" but some how I decided to ignore it's pleas.

Then here comes Doug: "I signed up for dessert because I wanted to bring everyone my favorite cheesecake in the world from this spot over by where I stay."

Well. Hell. Someone brings me an inappropriately large slice. 3 bites in and it was a wrap.

Y'all, I don't even really eat dairy like that. Why would I eat this hunk of cheesecake concentrate?

To make matters more awkward/uncomfortable, during the "I appreciate my staff" speak Doug gave.... I escape. Where I proceed to die a low death in the bathroom. I know, huge TMI, but whatever, it's my blog and I mean--- I'm going there.

So the more I panic about how er--shitty the situation is, the more um...shitty the situation becomes.

Moral of the story: some times you gotta man up, suck it up, and rejoin the party. And friends, that's what I did. But that's my last pot luck. They will get you killed.

Outfit:
Jeans---Joe's
Cardigan-- H&M
Tee-- American Apparel
Boots-- Michael Kors

I know, I know.

I keep promising to post. Unfortunately I've got a bit of writer's block. I mean, that's not true, I've got plenty to say just am having a hard time sitting down and doing it. I've even tried from my blackberry.... so you know it's serious when I can't even finish it on my phone. ha.

I'm doing a little too much right now. Finals are over tomorrow, I just got all these new clients, it's the holidays, my wonderful family is in the city, my wonderful friends make me happy everyday.

I'll get there.... thanks for hanging on.


OK. Full disclosure: I had to stop things with my banker on Monday. No big drama or anybody done wrong, he's still one of the best boys I know. He's real sad. And I mean, I'm not jumping for joy about it... but whatever, it is what it is. I really like him, but I really love me.

I have close to zero interest in like, explaining it now, but probably here now in a few I'll have a nice life lesson or little pearl. But for right now, I've got nothin.

Feist-- The Park

Why would he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him but no you did not
It's not him who'd come across
The sea to surprise you
Not him who would know
Where in London to find you

With sadness so real that it populates
The city and leaves you homeless again
Steam from the cup and snow on the path
The seasons have changed from present to past

The past
The past
Turns whole to half
The past

Why should he come back through the park?
You thought that you saw him but no you did not
Who can be sure of anything through
The distance that keeps you
From knowing the truth

Why would you think your boy could become
The man who could make you sure he was the one?

The one
My one
My one

Unfortunate Events.

Just when I started to think that I'm too boring to keep my blog going much longer, my usual life Tom Foolery picks back up. Check this.

So tonight (Thursday) the banker made an impromptu stop at my apartment. The sock drawer on my bed was broken. Now I'm a regular Betty-the-Builder, but I couldn't fix this by myself, the way it was broken. Good ole Banker. He fixes it with no problem, sawdust kind of flying every where, but whatever. About 20 minutes later I look over at him and he has this lil raised stop on his cheek. It sort of looks like a zit. Honestly? Why first thought was "where the eff did this zit grow from?" Like, Banker's got freakishly clear skin (part of the reason he's a certified dime!) So this zit was a little outlandish. Whatever though, zits it happens to everyone....

10 minutes later Banker has a coughing fit. I'm like... Seriously don't die on me. He's complaining that his throat feels strange, tight and itchy. he's been battling some sort of cold so you know, we dismissed it.

Not more than 5 min. Later look at his face and inform him that his face is breaking out in hives.

Hives.

So first comes the hydrocortisone cream. Then I search for Benedryl but don't have anymore (all I have it zyrtec, which I think might work, but I wasn't sure) so I send him to Rite-Aid and home, his face covered in 8 big ole hives and his back itching up a storm.

So I'm sitting around, call up Cynth. And a few min. Into the conversation, I look at the spot I've been scratching nonchalantly... Son of a B, I'm breaking out in hives. So what do I do? Sit there like a dumb ass, playing on farmville, and dicking around.

I laugh to myself thinking about how my girl Morgs told me to stop posting things about my Farmville on Facebook b/c she's shamed for me....then I realize my throat is mad tight. Welp. I'm dying.

Ok, not dying. But hello, I don't have Benedryl. FML, seriously, why would I set myself up to die b/c of the sawdust on the damn drawers?

Of course Cynth is ride-or-die and she googles Zyrtec while I take a cold shower. She let's me know that the Zyrtec will hold it down just like my old friend Bene. In hindsight, all my off label abuse of Benedryl as a sleeping agent is exactly why I didn't have any tonight when I needed that shit....

Anyways. I fill Sam in. We laugh at how pathetic we are. (Last time I saw him I threw my back out like somebody's old-ass granddaddy, and he was over here with a stuffy nose/fever/cough/sore throat treating it with only Theraflu like a little ass kid.) To make matters worse, I'm in bed itching/dying. He's at home and as per his last text message: " Damn I swallowed a halls that wasn't fully done. So it's dissolving slowly... Ugh!! Shldv chewed it first...." He isn't really doing much better. Tomorrow I have my Agency holiday party up in the Bronx... And after I'm going with Sam to his office holiday party. All I know is my hives better go away.

This is the kind of mess I'm talking about. Oh well, it will be funny sometime next week I guess....

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I am a bad blogger.

I'm sorry! I'm terrible! I really have missed writing so much, and the more time that passes the more I'm like "meh, I'm not going to post that story, old news now" but no. I'm going to pull it together. I'm in the last week of the semester with tons of papers and crap due. I am underground right now, so, I vow that in my study breaks I will finish and publish the 8+ drafts saved on my computer, as well as update the real deal too.

If I still have any readers, thanks for your patience! and you can that StatelyLady for that final "wtf, why won't you post" comment.... It's the kick in the ass I needed.

more soon. I promise...