6.09.2009
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Things that Irritate Me #1
The moment of truth has finally arrived. After long consideration, I have finally narrowed down the one thing that irritates me to no end. This is a great accomplishment, especially since many things were in contention for spot el numero uno. This irritation REALLY "Grinds my gears" *cue Family Guy music*
PETTY BULLSHITTERY
You know the kind of stuff that makes you turn your head to side and go "Really?!". I really am to old for it, and frankly I feel that taking care of me is a full-time job. To even consider letting someone or something consume my daily thoughts so much to the point that I can't function properly, is absurd. Call it stuck up if you want to, but I feel that it's the truth. Plus, it's the petty bullshittery *clears throat* folks practice that cause my patience levels to deplete sharply into the negative. For most situations, I'm ever so glad that I have some training.
PETTY BULLSHITTERY
You know the kind of stuff that makes you turn your head to side and go "Really?!". I really am to old for it, and frankly I feel that taking care of me is a full-time job. To even consider letting someone or something consume my daily thoughts so much to the point that I can't function properly, is absurd. Call it stuck up if you want to, but I feel that it's the truth. Plus, it's the petty bullshittery *clears throat* folks practice that cause my patience levels to deplete sharply into the negative. For most situations, I'm ever so glad that I have some training.
My Boy Langston...
In a brief conversation at work, the talented works of Langston Hughes were brought up. It reminded me of one of my favorite poems by this talented man. I thought it would be beneficial to share rather than to keep such gems to myself
Harlem Sweeties
by Langston Hughes
Have you dug the spill
Of Sugar Hill?
Cast your gims
On this sepia thrill:
Brown sugar lassie,
Caramel treat,
Honey-gold baby
Sweet enough to eat.
Peach-skinned girlie,
Coffee and cream,
Chocolate darling
Out of a dream.
Walnut tinted
Or cocoa brown,
Pomegranate-lipped
Pride of the town.
Rich cream-colored
To plum-tinted black,
Feminine sweetness
In Harlem’s no lack.
Glow of the quince
To blush of the rose.
Persimmon bronze
To cinnamon toes.
Blackberry cordial,
Virginia Dare wine—
All those sweet colors
Flavor Harlem of mine!
Walnut or cocoa,
Let me repeat:
Caramel, brown sugar,
A chocolate treat.
Molasses taffy,
Coffee and cream,
Licorice, clove, cinnamon
To a honey-brown dream.
Ginger, wine-gold,
Persimmon, blackberry,
All through the spectrum
Harlem girls vary—
So if you want to know beauty’s
Rainbow-sweet thrill,
Stroll down luscious,
Delicious, fine Sugar Hill.
*courtesy of www.poetryfoundation.org*
6.03.2009
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