**Now playing in my atmosphere…”Feeling Lonely”-Liv Warfield**

Part 1…Untitled…

I always wondered how someone could end up drinking an entire bottle of wine.

As I sip on my fourth glass of La Serra’s Moscato D’ Asti….on a quiet Friday night…I have excepted the fact that…things like this can only happen accidentally. Noone…starts with a glass intentionally seeking to finish the bottle, but there’s something comforting in the smooth..sweet nectar as it slides down your throat and fills your senses.

I have some nerve even being here.

Sue me…I’m in a writing mood and this is my blog of course. Filled with things I probably shouldn’t have said and things I’m glad I did.

My living room is the perfect writing temple . Dark…windows and sliding door open….candlelight tickling the walls. A glass of wine at my side. Liv Warfield singing to my soul.

I miss writing. I miss my blog. This blog. My old blog. I miss blogging. I miss freeing myself.

Time for another glass.

Seriously, if you’re ever in World Market…get a bottle…I don’t think there is anything as good as this stuff. I’m probably very tipsy right now and I’ll resign to the fact that I may even be a lil drunk….but I’m ok with that. No need for a designated driver…the only place I’m hoping to make it is up the stairs to my king size…and if not my chaise right over there will do me just fine.

** Now playing in my atmosphere…”No Idea”-Algebra Blessett*

This is real music yall. Music that lives.

“So I go on…with my foolish prrriiiiiide….walking away……though deep inside, I want to stay….”

If you’re new to my blog this name probably means nothing to you, but my old friends…should know him…at least fairly well.

I found Dreads on MySpace and while we’ve exchanged messages…he won’t accept my friend request so I canceled it. I actually don’t know what I thought would happen…you know when I found him. Our terms whether we were pretending to be something we weren’t or simply being friends…we always pretty good. I mean yeah it’s been like 2 years since either of us has picked up a phone, but I console the fact that maybe his life is so horrible without me in it that he doesn’t want me to see…how he lives now.

Actually that doesn’t console me.

That makes me sad.

How could someone that once said the words I love you. Not accept your friend request on MySpace.

I told him the truth…I miss us.

He told me the truth…he’s seeing someone.

I told him the truth…I just want to be friends

He didn’t accept my friend request.

Although every time I change my profile picture he comments….

5 years too late.

He’s not the one.

Although he did say I love you first.

I wasn’t in love with him. But I do love him. I probably always will. Dreads isn’t the one. Shit I’m not his one. This muthafucka didn’t accept my friend request.

I got a call today from this guy I’ve known since I’ve been in Atlanta. Ron always said that she thinks he had a crush on me. Maybe. I’ve always kinda dug him.

Folks we are one glass away from an empty bottle…stay tuned.

Maybe I’ll call him back.

I always like running into him…he remembers things I forgot I told him. I remember things he’s forgot that he’s said. We laugh…exchange friendly touches…and laugh some more.

Maybe I won’t call him back. I’ll see him next week and coyly say, “Hey I got your message, thanks for the invite…”

It’s cold outside in May…I’m not quite sure what that’s about. Gas is high and it’s cold in May…what next?

I gotta make sure I wear a shirt that emphasizes the CLEVE….”Hey…sorry I missed your call….you got my first drink?”

I’ve decided that if “One” does come along…I’m not ready.

It’s been like 9 months since I talked to “Number One” I have since convinced myself (although not successfully) that he was not “The One”. I’m still working out the kinks on the other things I haven’t quite gotten over like…what one thing could I have changed to make things different.

I have resolved that things happen the way they’re supposed to.

I threw deuces…he let me walk away…it wasn’t meant to be.

And I’m ok with that…now.

I wasn’t then.

But now I understand that loving him quietly was the way it was meant to happen and losing him quietly…well lets flip that losing me quietly was the way it was written. Probably the way it was going to be regardless.

He wasn’t “the one”

Well folks…my mission is complete…the bottle is empty.

I’ll be back…soon…

Hey beautiful people…while I try to figure on what’s gong on with this blog…check out my new blogzine The B.I.G. Girl’s Guide To Life!  I hope to see you all over there soon.Kissez,

SueZette

www.bgguide.net

**Now playing in my atmosphere…”Like You’ll Never See Me Again”**

Part 1…Here I Stand…

I’ve had beef with my blog yo.

That’s why I’ve been avoiding this joint like a plague.

For me..writing is admitting.

As long I don’t write…it remains a thought or a feeling…

Abstract.

Writing gives me clarity…too much clarity sometimes..

And it hurts a lot…admitting hurts…

And so I’ve been avoiding my blog to spare myself…

Damn…it’s been a minute.

So much…too much…has happened.

I don’t even kind of have a clue of where to start.

I bought a house…

which I love.

I had a fling…

which turned out to be THE BEST SEX OF MY ENTIRE FREAKIN LIFE….

yes indeed!

and

I told Number One…

two months ago…that I never want to speak to him again…

via text message…and haven’t heard from him since.

And I’m feeling really hollow about it for some reason.

 I’m waiting to get to the point where it’s a distant memory, but for now it’s a current ache.

Yeah I’m not ready to talk about that just yet…

gimme a sec.

**Now playing in my atmosphere…”My Love”-Jill Scott**

Part 1…I Suck…

And I know this.

Please believe that haven’t been writing because I’ve had so much going on.  Some days it seems like too much, but I do think about my blog often and what I have and have not done.

I’ll be back soon…with many stories to share…

**Now playing in my atmosphere…Random Noise @ Whole Foods**

Part 1…50 More Thangs…

So where was I…hmmm…

51. I recently met a much older man that would like to take me out

52. While I’ve never considered dating a more “mature” man

53. The gold digger that resides in the back of my closet is chanting “Show me the money…”

54. I’m just saying..I do have dreams of my X3

53. I need to a hire a maid before I can’t find anything in my house

54. I feel sorry for whoeever I marry because I despise house work

55. I’m so thankful for all of the great opportunities, blessings, and challenges the Lord has brought into my life

56. I feel myself become a better person

57. And I love her

58. I need to start going to the gym

59. I have a destination wedding next August in Jamaica that I’ve gotta be extra fine for

60. I wish I was closer to my family that lives in Atlanta

61. I also think bonding should be a two way street

62. Its amazing that I’m closer to most of my friends that I am to people I share blood with

63. I hate to say it, but sometimes blood isn’t thicker than water…it’s just another color

64. I’m ready to upgrade my blog

65. I’m ready to upgrade my life as a writer

66. I need better time management

67. If I stay in Atlanta I’m planning on buying a house

68. I actually want a townhouse somewhere in the city

69. I love being a city girl and I wouldn’t have it any other way

70. I’ve decided that for me love will be a journey

71. And I’m waiting patiently for the man that will join me on that journey

72. I’m all for seeing the glass as being half full

73. But I recognize that sometimes…it’s running on empty

74. Writing this list is hard for me

75. Because I feel like there are things that I’m leaving out

76. But I mean…I’m more than 100 things

77. My composition is infinite

78. Giving up chicken and red meat has really changed the way my body functions

79. So has the daily venti Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks

80. That was a really bad habit to pick-up

81. But I’m sure it could be worse

82. I’m going to officially do my modeling portfolio sometime this fall

83. I took headshots earlier this year

84. But I’ve been lazy about telling Brandon which ones I want him to spruce up

85. I’ve adjusted my oldest son and daughter’s names… Czar Gerrod and Noire Ali…the emperor and the fighter

86. I don’t care what people think especially when people got children named after rainbows and pots and pans

87. I’mma try to get to work before 9 tomorrow

88. Considering I slept for like 11 hours today…I think I’ve had all of the sleep that I need

89. If I could change one thing about myself I’d change my hair color

90. And considering I do that at least twice a year anyway…

91. I’ve loved two men in my life

92. And though neither have ended in infinity

93. It won’t stop me from loving again

94. I’m ready to be open and to give and receive

95. The advice I would give any woman is…

96. Live….

97. I’m living proof

98. That it is possible

99. I live everyday

100. To become new

101. And I love every second of it 

**Now playing in my atmosphere….”Take the Box”-Amy Winehouse**

Part 1…One to 101…

So I saw Tee had redone hers last month…and I was like what the hell…let me revisit my 101 thangs list…

1. When I was a little girl I went by my middle name…Yasmin

2. I used to get upset if anyone called me SueZette

3. Everyone on my mother’s side of the family goes by their middle name

4. I couldn’t imagine not being SueZette now

5. I sat in my house and cried for 30 minutes after reading/watching this last night…

6. I’m thinking about moving to Ghana for a year….2009

7. My 4 year anniversary for living in Atlanta is August 15, 2007

8. I never imagined that I would be here that long

9. I really want either a BMW x3 or x5

10. I am not too good for a used one

11. It would be a very nice 26th birthday gift to myself

12. Carmax here I come!

13. When I graduated from kindergarten I said that I wanted to be a photographer

14. Now I really want to be a writer

15. I’ve decided that I do want to have children even if I don’t get married

16. Somedays I wake up and I don’t want to talk to anyone

17. It’s those days that I just want to write and write and write

18. I’m a firm believer in when I blow up…we all blow up

19. Fame won’t change me

20. Have I mentioned that I WILL BE FAMOUS one day

21. I need to get my ends trimmed

22. I haven’t kissed anyone since April

23. I like kissing

24. I like it a lot

25. I tried to call Number One and tell him it’s best we don’t speak to each other anymore…he didn’t answer

26. I’mma tell him when he calls me back

27. I’m ready to say it and I never thought I would be

28. I’ll always love him as a person

29. I love me more though

30. I have a purse fetish

31. They don’t have to be expensive…just unique

32. I am also overcoming an addiction to MAC…especially the eyeshadows

33. I have almost 100 shades

34. I just think its a better addiction than say…crack

35. I’m currently in the midst of a 4 month fast from red meat and chicken

36. The first week was hard

37. But I’ve broken the cravings

38. Hopefully this fast will lead me toward more clairty

39. I have a very private piercing

40. I am not ashamed of it

41. I think I want to get a nose ring next

42. I wouldn’t tell my partner…I’d let him find it

43. It’s not freaky…it’s experimental

44. I haven’t been home since February

45. I miss my mummy terribly

46. Maybe I’ll sneak away next month

47. It would be nice to sneak away in a new car

48. A 6.5 hour drive should be done in style

49. This list is making me sleepy

50. I’ll do the other half tomorrow

**Now playing in my atmosphere…”Best Friend”-Tweet f/ Bilal**

Part 1…Cute….

I despise the word “cute.” Straight up leaves this itchy and dry feeling in the crack of my arse. Add that to the fact that I feel like hot garbage right now…and you get a not lovin it’ SueZette.

Cute needs to be reserved for descibing toddlers, cartoon characters, elves, etc., and not used to describe grown ass women paying very real ass bills. Ya dig?

I cringe when people refer to me as cute…and I have to remember in some realm far away from my own its meant to be a compliment. Instead of a biting response…I usually muster a smirkish-smile and say…”Thanks”…all the while thinking…kiss my cute…

Which is why it perplexed me last Monday when a gentleman that was holding doors for me..while I lugged my suitcase to my office in preparation for my trip to New York stopped me on my way out of the elevator to tell me that I had cute toes…and all I did was pause…grin…and say thank you. Why didn’t the “cute compliment” sound like a witch scratching the hell out of a chalkboard???

It might have had something to do with the fact that I was amazed that he’d taken the time during the 5 minute trek from the parking deck to the elevator to get from the top of my kinky curly head to my bright pink toes peeking out of my cream colored sandals.

The whole encounter was a little weird actually. I mean only I would pack a 41.5 lbs suitcase for a two day trip to NYC…forgetting I was going to have to lug it to work since I was taking MARTA to the airport. As I hopped out of the elevator…verbally lashing myself for overpacking…I looked up to find this tall..attractive man…holding the door open for me.

Honestly, I wasn’t paying attention to him…I was too excited by the fact that I didn’t have to juggle my bags and the door. I didn’t even notice as he rushed around me to open the second set of doors, still caught up in thinking about what the hell I packed.

I got a good look at him after I heard a voice behind me say…”I’m not following you…I work in the building too.” I finally looked up at him and said with a smile…I didn’t think that. I was just wondering why there weren’t more automatic door openers so you wouldn’t have to do all of this door opening for me. I took him all in…noticing his height…nice posture..and handsome face…

Over 6′3” check…pretty smile check…hmmm…

I thought we’d parted ways as he stopped to dap up the guard and I made my way with all of my crap to the elevator; when he quickly rejoined me at the elevator and pushed the up button before I had a second to think about it.

I only had one floor to go, and as I exited his world stage left…he said, “You’ve got some cute toes…”

Maybe I’ll run into him again…

THANK GOODNESS FOR GREAT PEDIS…LMAO

**Now playing in  my atmosphere…”Now You’re Gone”-Floetry**

Part 1…Vain Moment…

I like this picture of myself…

Thank you for indulging me in my vain moment…I’m in love with my eyebrows…I now return you to your regularly scheduled blog entry…LMAO…

Part 2…Love-n-Marriage…

So I found out that a good friend of mine just got engaged and I am so excited for her….man…I can’t believe I’m starting to book my weddings for 2008 already.  I think this makes 4.  Wow.

I guess this is the age that people decide to have and to hold until death do they part. 

Hmmm…not to say that I am not interested in a wedding….it’s the married part I can’t quite grasp.  Considering the one person that I’ve ever thought seriously about spending eternity with has banished me to emotional girlfriendom…I don’t know where I stand on that issue.

But the wedding…yo…the wedding is the part I can’t wait for.  Talk about party with a purpose…I’m Jamaican…and if you’ve been to a Caribbean wedding…you know…it’s a bashment fi true!  Yeah…yeah…yeah….I know what I want my colors to be…Eggplant (I’m changing the name to Her Majesty…since it looks a lot classier on the program than Eggplant), Ivory, and Champagne. I know my mother’s giving me away. I want my own best man (Xavier).   I know I’m having one matron of honor (Kimberlee) and two maids of honors (Meca & Diana).  I know I’m having 10-12 bridesmaids.  I know I’m having 2 junior bridesmaids.  I know I”m having 2 flowergirls. 

What I don’t know is…WHO DA HUSBAND? LMAO.

Last weekend my mother and I…for some odd reason had this entire conversation about me getting married.  I admitted that in some past, present, or future life…I thought Number One was meant to be my husband.  She said if he wasn’t just make sure that my husband was from the Line of David. 

Homegirl rendered me speechless.  The Line of David?  Now ain’t that some deep ish to say.  Xavier was like..what can you say after somebody tells you that…

Exactly.

Part 3…Zette On The Net…

Check out my girl Ms. Tee’s new e-zine Share My Dreams…featuring your’s truly….

http://www.te-erika.com/2007/07/free-your-mind-living-in-big-girls.html

**Now playing in my atmosphere….”Beautiful Girls”-Sean Kingston**

Part 1…Me Me Me Me…

So Ms. Tee as tagged me and since I’ve been working a minimum of 10 hours a day this week…I’ve decided to give myself a minature mental break…lol…

Here are the ’structions….Instead of words, let’s do a scavenger hunt! You can find pictures, links, videos or music codes or graphics but NO WORDS to respond to the following questions…here we go…

What hairstyle do you wish you could have again?

What popular musical artist do you remind yourself of?

Which old school R&B song makes your heart warm?

Which childhood movie did you watch over and over again?

Which character on Girlfriends were you most like?

Which flavor icecream and toppings do you want on your icecream cone?

Which music video do you most like to dance to?

Which television character most resembles the man of your dreams?

Which bloggers would you like to see complete this scavenger hunt?

**Now playing in my atmosphere…”Nothing Like Your Touch”-Vikter Duplaix**

Part 1…Bras and Drawas…

I feel like boobookitty…pure d shit! Booo hoo hooo…I’m sick.  Needless to say my Saturday has been very quiet…not necessarily by choice. 

If you could see me now…you’d be looking at a borderline hot mess..a mushed multi-colored afro…linty black t-shirt hiding a cheetah colored bra and some white drawas…sitting on the portion of my couch not covered with clothing…semi-indian style….reading my old blog and mining for new music on iTunes.  Ok did I say borderline…lets try…certified hot mess.  My mother would be embarrassed to know that I just shared that with yall.

Ah well…speaking of my mother…she has decided that I get my reclusive…moody ways from her.  I guess I can live with that…I don’t look like her, but damnit…at least I can kinda sorta act like her…lol.  She laughed when I said that. 

**Now playing in my atmosphere…”Lonely, Lonely”-Feist**

So did I mention I’ve been roaming around my old blog.  I kinda miss her…we had some good times….I’m glad I didn’t delete her…so many memories in one place…man.  It’s interesting to see how I’ve changed…my thoughts….my feelings.  It’s also funny seeing the things that haven’t…check this snippet from February 2004 out….

Anyway…Sunday was special
I spent over 4 hours on the phone with a special person
And I’m like this…
Damn this isn’t the place to talk about it
The point is…
Dreads, Mr. Morning, The Latin Connection, and Drumline…they are all passing crazes
But the depth of feeling that I felt after that convo….
I’m like yo…
It just sent a shiver down my spine
I don’t think anyone realizes how serious it is
A 3 year old shiver that hibernates and wakes back up when I can bear to feel it
A shiver that hasn’t left me
May never leave me
This is kinda juvenile
I want to send him a yes, no, maybe so note and pre-check that shit
I would give him my heart on a platter
No questions asked
My one request is that he treats it with the same tenderness that he treats the world
He knows my name but not my intention
Or maybe he does
Oblivion is such a cloudy place to live in
Maybe I’ll regret posting this when I’m done
And I’ll come back and edit it
Take some out…leave some in
I’m too old for a crush
Childlike emotion
Reserved for a movie star
or Reggie Goodwin…the boy who said I’d been his girlfriend since the 3rd grade but didn’t have the courage to tell me until the 5th
I’d rather have him as friend that not to have him at all….HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY…EVERYDAY IS THE 14th

See what I’m saying…lol.  Same script…same cast…

This random entry is dedicated to quotes that I love from entries past…..won’t you join me on my journey down memory lane…

August 25, 2004:

“There is something magnificent about freedom.

Once you emancipate your mind from the shackles that others create for you

Creating your own memories…living your own dreams…

Just being

Can be such a beautiful thing

From this last year

I have learned so much about myself

So much about other people…” 

Also from August 25, 2004 :

“Anyway…

I don’t like rejection

In the same way I don’t like commitment

Soooooo

If he doesn’t like me…rejection

If we hit it off romantically…commitment

Do we see the double-edge sword swinging…”

September 4, 2004:

“I’m a poetress….

Yep…

A sista that fornicates with words in order to birth ideas…knowledge…and maybe even life”

November 26, 2003:

“I’ve had a song in my head for awhile today…

I always have music in my head

Music brings me peace

When the rest of the world is loud and chaotic

I put on some music to soothe my soul…”

I’ll have to do this again real soon….