I have loved this song since the first time I heard it, but today it goes out to the birthday boy, even though it's not his birthday anymore where he is. I know where he is but not where he stands, so for now "I raise my hands as if to show you that I was yours/that I was so yours for the taking/I'm so yours for the taking". So I'm here waiting to be a belated birthday present if you want me. And if you don't that's cool too, I'd just like to know one way or the other. Kthnx.
Til then, "our hearts were on display/for all to see/I can't believe this is happening to me"...
Inside the mind of a kind of quirky, pretty stubborn, way too opinionated, twenty-something, heteroflexible Black female newly employed up-and-moved-to-DC Princeton GRADUATE who's just trying to sort out her life. An uninhibited celebration of all that is me, this blog is an exercise in self-discovery and live-with-your-heart-wide-open-ness. Though I make respect a habit, I will not always be politically correct, and I believe in the power of making audiences uncomfortable to inspire change.
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