Carrie Mae Weems’ photograph “Untitled (Woman Brushing Hair), 1990” via blackcontemporaryart |
Holiday Toast
I attended a couple of holiday parties this weekend, including my sister Ashley's company party at Landsdowne Resort which was a lot of fun. I also attended my first Ugly Christmas Sweater Party! The sweaters were indeed hideous. We all looked like we were ready for a PTA meeting. LOL There were fun games and jello shots galore!
Oh and I'm starting to get used to my new hair. :)
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Me and Ashley |
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Ugly Sweater Duo |
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Koreyyy |
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Ugly Sweater Crew |
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Me and Janna Bananuh |
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Sweater vest swag |
Weekend Recap
This past weekend I finally did the big chop! My hair is all natural! I'm still getting used to the new look but I'm so happy my hair will be much healthier, and I'm learning that I'm not as attached to my hair as I thought I would be.
2. Friday, I caught up with JMU friends at a holiday party, and Saturday I went to the company Christmas party at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse in DC. The steak was amazing as usual. Ruth's Chris has THE best steak. It always exceeds my expectations. The open bar made all of my co-workers extra jolly so it turned out to be a fun night!
2. Friday, I caught up with JMU friends at a holiday party, and Saturday I went to the company Christmas party at Ruth's Chris Steakhouse in DC. The steak was amazing as usual. Ruth's Chris has THE best steak. It always exceeds my expectations. The open bar made all of my co-workers extra jolly so it turned out to be a fun night!
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My new do! |
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Me and Marcel at the company Christmas party! |
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Me and Juanisha |
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Adaobi and Ashley hacked my camera! |
Only do not forget, if I wake up crying
it's only because I'm a lost child
hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands.
-Pablo Neruda
Again
Many nights I imagine those lips
kissing mine.
The fullness serenades my skin
touching every crevice.
Those lips.
Soft and moist.
I can't forget
the night those lips parted from mine.
I began to taste those same tears
as I watched you leave
again.
kissing mine.
The fullness serenades my skin
touching every crevice.
Those lips.
Soft and moist.
I can't forget
the night those lips parted from mine.
I began to taste those same tears
as I watched you leave
again.