Stormy Weather

It's thundering and lightning right now.  I really, really think days like this are romantic. This is the first day in a long time I wish I had a boyfriend to snuggle with. 

I got a text message from someone today.  It was sweet that he was thinking about me.  I tried to send him a text but I'm completely useless when it comes to mobile phones.  I hate them with a passion. I'm much better with computers.

My day went by pretty quick. I just wish the next year goes by even faster. 

I went to a barbeque last night.  There was great food as usual.  The Italians really know how to cook animal flesh.  I don't think my body can digest alcohol, though.  As soon as I took a sip of some white wine I felt the need to throw up.  There's another party next week. I can't wait to go. Last night's BBQ and the one before were the best meals I've had since I've been in Afghanistan.

I'm totally depressed about my friend's reenlistment in the Army. I was hoping she would get out but I know it was the money that tempted her to stay in. I wanted to ask her if she did it for the money or if she was aware that she wouldn't get called back in if the got out since she reenlisted back in 2005.  Her first reenlistment should have nulled her original contract with a 4 year IRR obligation. 

That's it for now.  I think I'm going to spend the next couple of days reading over that JANOWRIMO book I started writing at the beginning of last year.  Maybe I can salvage some of it or continue with it.  I don't know. I just need to get cracking on some creative writing. 

--
Shavonne

My future hairdo

I've been seriously considering cutting my hair. I went searching the
net last night for short haircuts I thought would be flattering and I
came across a picture of Halle Berry.

I think I have the right facial structure to pull off this hairdo. Or
maybe not. I'm just tired of wearing my hair pulled back when I don't
have time to do it. Actually I'm tired of refraining from doing
things simply because I don't want to sweat out my hair or mess up my
hair. You know there are lots of black women who don't know how to
swim simply because they didn't want to mess up their hair? It's one
of the reasons why I live in a dry climate and not a humid one. When I
get my hair done, I don't want to mess up my hair.

A male (and black) co-worker said having my hair that short would make
me look older. He thinks Halle Berry looks younger now with long hair
than she did all those years she wore her hair short. I think he just
likes long hair. Any man who likes long hair, well, he should just
get himself a white girl, or Asian, or Latina. I just can't deal with
long hair anymore. I want a man that wants me to feel comfortable
with myself.

I sent an email to my cousin Vic and of course she thinks the cut will
look great on me. I knew she would though. She's all about breaking
those black woman mantras going around. My cousin Vic cut her hair
not too long ago and has no regrets. I don't think I will have any
regrets because right now, I wear my hair in bun everyday and it takes
two hours to comb it out when I wash it. Cutting my hair short would
give more time to do other things.
--
Shavonne

Worst trip to the beauty salon ever

I knew I would have a bad hair day when I was told the Russian girl
wasn't coming back, but I decided to give the new girl a try anyway.

Now, I only use Kera Care products in my hair because I have a
sensitive scalp and other products, especially grease, will cause my a
breakout along my hair line and a flaky scalp. I always bring my own
shampoo/conditioner when I go to a salon that doesn't carry products I
normally use in my hair. The beautician washed my hair adequately,
considering she had long acrylic nails and she put a ton of leave
conditioner in my hair (which is fine because the climate is really
dry) but when it came to blow drying, she hasn't got a clue. She
started spraying a ton of oil sheen in my hair. I was a little
bothered by that but I let it slide. Then she started blow drying my
hair and the heat from the blow dryer combined with the oil sheen
created a smoky atmosphere, which set off the fire alarm. TWICE. The
first time it went off people were walking past the shop and looking
in and workers from the other shops were mouthing at us to stop
whatever we were doing because the alarm was loud. Then the fire
department came running in the building looking for a fire that didn't
exist. (By the way, the firemen were HOT!)

When the alarm went off the second time, the Firemen decided to shut
off the alarm system. They told manager of the salon to call
whenever she was done with my hair. You have no idea how embarrassing
it was. Everybody knows who I am because they have to come through
where I work. I will now be known as the American chick who's hair
set off the fire alarms in the Milano. TWICE!

--
Shavonne

Skype and thoughts on being a Wino

I've been using Skype since I lived in Korea and I think it's great.
The only problem is I can't stand the perverts that skype me all the
time. I think I should change my photo on skype.

I went to a party last night and the night before last. I drank a
little bit. Apparently wine is supposed to be sipped. According to a
few people there, someone who drinks their wine really fast is a
drunk. Well, let me set the record straight, I only drink my wine so
fast because I don't like having anything in my hand. My hands should
be free at all times. That makes sense right?

Does anyone know the fastest way to kill a cat in heat besides
shooting it with an M-16? The darn things have been f^cking outside my
window for the last two nights and I'm sick of it.

--
Shavonne

Relationships

I've been thinking a lot lately about being single and how it's really
the only status I'm comfortable with. The guys I dated in the past
really didn't add to my personal happiness and they weren't fun to be
with at all.

Then I got to thinking about the men I've met whose company I really
enjoyed. We never really dated. We were just friends and I felt so
comfortable with them. Unfortunately, we would always be in some kind
of transition like a departure or a career change that sent us in
entirely different directions. Those were always the guys that made me
think, could he have been the one?

I don't know. I get so tired of wondering about the what ifs, ya know?
Sometimes I wish I were male. They seem to have all the time in the
world to just BE while women get stuck with biological clocks ticking
away at our youth.

I told one of my male friends that if I don't get married or have
children, it would be okay. It isn't meant to be. It almost feels like
that's the way it's supposed to be.

--
Shavonne

Stress

I've been under a lot of stress lately. A few civilian co-workers
left/got fired and went back to England. I'm having to train new
civilians while trying to do a job I despise with all the fiber of my
being.

I'm pretty much suffering from all the ailments I suffered from during
those four years of hell. Heartburn, constipation, fatigue, body
aches, migraines, cough, swollen feet, and the list goes on and on.
September couldn't get here fast enough.

I have a few things to bitch about but I'm going to save them for
later. I'm tired and hungry and I want to get to sleep before my
roommate gets back.

--
Shavonne

I signed up with Facebook

I have a myspace account but I absolutely hate myspace because I find it difficult to navigate the interface. I also hate message boards. I'm a blogger danggit! What use do I have for myspace?

I've met some folks who use Facebook. So, in order to keep in touch with them, I opened a Facebook account.  Doubt I'll use Facebook because I think it's boring. Did I mention I hate message boards?

I hung out for a hot second with this guy I think would be perfect for my cousin. You know that saying, if you can't have 'em for yourself, give 'em to someone you like ?  Or is that really a saying? It would comfort me a great deal if someone I liked was rubbing on those beautiful man muscles.

I've come to the realization that I'm a slut magnet. Yep, it's true.  I'm a slut magnet. Not only that, but I laughed at someone because his last name is Stinkeoway (Stink-o-Way).  And I'm still laughing!  LOL!  I tried my harddest not to laugh. And at first I didn't think anything of it because I thought it was pronounced Stin-Kow-ay and then I thought Well maybe it's Stink-o-way. No it couldn't be.  Then I asked him how he pronouced his name and once it said it I started laughing. That's bad.  He was attractive, too.

Well, I have to go.




--
Shavonne