I saw a few well-dressed non-thuggish-looking black men at the Rutgers bus stop. This excited me. I knew I looked cute, so I tried to walk past all cool as a cucumber. As I got up beside them, though, I realized that the two that were standing had been blocking my view of a verrrrrry cute guy who was sitting. I smiled at him. He smiled back. I thought about stopping to introduce myself, but felt too awkward. *is annoyed with self's self-consciousness* I just put a little extra sway into my hips as I kept walking and hoped I'll see him again tonight (not likely because I've never seen them before, but hey, a girl can hope.)
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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