My daddy is a pretty good guy. He's very proud of me. I rarely see him because, alas, he's not my real father; simply, my godfather with a whole host of kids and grandkids and church-y obligations. He's a pastor, you see. My daddy is funny, too. He and his wife are cute in the old people who've been together too long-yet love each other crazily- ( Read more... )

I think I may have found THE one. His name is Frank. Frank is from Tennessee. I plan to move to Tennessee for my Ph.D program and I give that 5-6 more years. When I move to Tennesse, I'm going to find Frank and I'm going to make him mine. He owns his own business, you know. Yes, Frank is the man for me. The past two days have been about Frank. ( Read more... )

so i'm sitting here...well, let's make this past tense--i was sitting here on the internet, half surfing some site, half watching 'rhapsody' and HE sends me an aim out of nowhere. HE is this dude who could have been the one back in my undergrad days before he moved to detroit and left smith. HE learned the hard way freshman year that i dont put up ( Read more... )