There’s no excuse really for the lack of real talk blogging on m-squared this past year — but I’ll still list a few: I feel extremely empty inside only writing about what’s going on in my life. What about what’s going on in yours? I’m so tired of looking at a computer screen after writing blog entries for my … Continue reading »
My girl, Kelly Allen, exhibits the kind of mastery in her paintings that force the onlooker to double-take while gawking at her artwork. Her pieces, which are often mistaken for collages, in her own words, “honor” each animal, plant species, human body part and object through the assiduous strokes of her eye-lash thick paintbrushes. I … Continue reading »
My iPhone alarm goes off at 8:30. I push “Snooze”, or “OK” and fall asleep for another thirty minutes—an hour—it really all depends on whether or not I have a deadline. For the next half hour or so I check and respond to e-mails or voice messages from the desk in my bedroom, still in … Continue reading »
Feels so right staying in on Friday — it can’t be wrong. Continue reading »
Took me some time to realize that the pressure is good. It also could be called desire. Passion. Pressure is healthy–the opposite of being depressed which (I’ll admit in a non-attention hogging sort of way) I had for a considerable amount of time. Nonetheless, the fact remains : if I want to keep my adorable … Continue reading »
After the shower, Koshtifa was satisfied and content with life again. The record stopped and began to hiss and pop, so she quickly tip-toed out of the bathroom to flip it over—trying not to get the hardwood floors too wet. The phone rang, it was her friend Tabitha. “Yes, dear? Sure. I’ll be ready in … Continue reading »
After returning home to the big city from being away, I realized that I didn’t give myself enough credit for how responsible and put together I am (if you don’t mind me saying so myself). Monday was quite the day; full of massive e-mail and phone correspondences with co-workers, customers and contractors regarding broker tours … Continue reading »
Mr. Charles Henry’s reservations didn’t bother Koshtifa as much as the dualities in his behavior. He was quite reserved and cautious with her as if she was a precious jewel. But for the first time in her life she wanted him to treat her like costume jewelry one could use over and over again, without … Continue reading »
Eeeeek! I Loved this show. Especially the end of every episode when he typed into the green screen of his Macintosh. I read somewhere that Carrie Bradshaw ripped off of him. Ha. Anyhow, enjoy your Friday. This weekend is going to be off the hook—call me a doctah! Continue reading »
