28
August 14, 2005
This Monday marks the 28th day I've been on earth... antagonizing the masses and pushing red panic buttons.
I am slowly making my way towards 30. So close, yet so far away. I feel like a car inching along in stalled traffic. For no discernible reason, I am dying to be out of my twenties. I feel like I am killing time. I do know that when I finally hit that milestone, I am going to party like it's 2009.
I will be tweny-eight, and I don't have a man to call my own. A few years ago, I went to a psychic. She told me that at the age of 28, I will be in a serious relationship and that it would be solid. Do I need to channel Ashford and Simpson this coming Monday?
As much as I say I don't care... I must admit... being single in the city is a bitch 1/2.
Dating sucks, which is why I've extricated myself from the market.
Most of the women I work with, who're in my age bracket (give or take a couple of years my junior) are already married. The pressure, the pressure.
I have yet to find a dateable male to coexist with, let alone marry.
Although it's been about 4 years, I still consider what Dora, the psychic, told me.
I play with divinatory tools from time to time, to peek at what could be... to gain perspective... I honestly never expected it to be this difficult... (sigh)... oh well... what's a young woman to do, other than wait... (shakes leg impatiently)... and see what transpires...
My recipe calls for:
2 cups chivalry
1/4 cup compatible
2 1/2 cups creative
5 cups intellect
1/2 teaspoon of Saul Williams
1/3 teaspoon of Michael Franti
1 tblspoon Don Cheadle
3 cups of sifted flower
2 lips
1 cup sense of humor
Bake for 45 minutes... let sit and cool before serving.
drizzle with just the right amount of confidence.
How hard could this be? Piece of cake really...
Alas, I am left with some of the lyrics to this song by Rufus Wainwright...
I listened to it on repeat this morning... and it has since, stayed with me all day.
Where is my master the rebel prince
Who will shut all of these windows
It's these windows all around me
It's these windows who are telling me
To rid my dirty mind of all of its preciousness
Where is my master the rebel prince
Bet breaking everything trying to get to me
In this two-bit hotel...
Oh I can see him now
Though it's so far away
Amongst the roving crowd
Going the other way
Confounded anger burning with love for me...
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happy blissful day of birth madame! it s great that you were born- in the first place - and the day I found your blog, your coffee rhetorics on the blogoverse is also blessed ;-)
because it is oh so good to see a genuine soul struggeling in a way that I can only take my hat off for and bow. you are cool, definetely, that needs to be said here, I mean your blogo ID is cool, I can t judge the real you of course. :) I hope they are related somehow ;-))
and you have depth and insights, interest, love and a sense for beauty in the things.
I know there is a guy for you and I know the feeling too well to want to skip the twenties, or get the hell out of them. you might wonder why an aspiring young lady of 22 would say that. I do enjoy myself and life but I wish I could skip the next 7 years and just ....be 28? 30? know what I then studied? Found a guy? CHILDREN??? aaargh. yeah, patience. PATIENCE:
hm.
I send you a little elegant package of love through the air to where you live. It will reach you, I know this for sure.
love!
piranha
ps the first song I ever made up on the guitar when I still was a kid had the following lyrics: 28 is the figure, 28 is ingenious (it rhymes in German) (28 ist die Zahl, 28 ist genial) .... and my sister prophesized me a great singing career because of that. She looked at me with this mystical smile and said: one day, piranha, one day you will sing this song in fron of SO many people´her voice was trembling with dignity and importance. :))
Now I think this song was for today and for you. There is always a reason if we only see it, right???hehehheh...! ENJOY
Thank ya thank ya thank ya'll for the Birthday wishes.
I was wicked late for work this morning... and then some Puerto Rican guy on a smoke break outside of where he worked, near the bus stop where I stand blew some of that smoke up my ass...
saying I looked like Jill Scott. hahaha
Smoke up my ass aside, I accepted the compliment!
happy born day, many you have hundreds more...
you are in a serious relationship... with yourself... remember that.
Happy personal new year. Myself I am enjoying the end of my twenties...I am a little nervous about being 30.
The 28th day? (laughs)
I got to 29 and finally resorted to online dating. Easier to weed them out through profiles. Profiles are like the entire first two dates, minus possible chemistry. Which is good, easier to think clearly that way. And I'm marrying him in a few months. Worked for me.
Happy Birthday, Coffee! May it be everything you hoped for and more...
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