Supervisor: Angelique, why aren’t you working?
Angelique: Um . . . cuz I didn’t see you coming . . . ?
Supervisor: *frown*

*smile* I’m a liar. Such dialog never took place. I’m too smooth to get busted! I do my job. But that’s exactly what it is - a JOB. I’m crying on the inside ya’ll. I am crying - crying - crying. I was meant to be a SUPERSTAR - a mover and a shaker. Perhaps I could be a interior designer or a magazine editor - or maybe a personal shopper? I want to travel the world and speak several languages. I want to wake up in the morning and look out a window that has a glorious view of the Mediterranean sea. Instead - I work in a box - under florescent lights. I perform tasks that wouldn’t make a lick sense to a person outside of the industry. The people are gray and boring. Oh well, I’ve made some extra dumb mistakes in my life. So, I only have myself to blame. *boo hoo* . I’ll be aight. No need for pity.

One thing did make me laugh: A co-worker of mine came dressed in a 2 piece black - “pleather” (plastic leather) outfit (jacket & pants). She accessorized the ensemble w/ a white belt and white boots. *shaking head* She looked like she was auditioning to be “Storm” for the next sequel of X-MEN. I wonder what was going through her mind this morning?

Me so sleepy today. I haven’t had much rest lately. There have been some terrible rain storms/tornados in the metro area. I’m afraid of thunder. The storms came through and killed all of my flowers! I spent $50.00 on flowers and lawn care stuff. My geraniums are without petals. The pansies are limp. Damnit Mother Nature, you owe me some cheddar!

I miss my son. He’s been away at “fishing camp” all week. Luckily, it hasn’t been raining where he is. He’s having a good time catching fresh walleye, perch and blue gills. There are a lot of lakes in Minnesota. Now that I have all this free time on my hands. I haven’t done anything all week. My phone hardly rings.

I’ve been visiting a lot of blogs lately. There are some very talented people online. I come back to my place and it looks so very generic.

Anywayz - I’m going to take a nap. Then I’m going to wake up and grill myself a steak. I bought some pretty pink and yellow flowers from the farmers market today.

Toodles~

“Dirk Diggler” popped up on my doorstep last night - unannounced. I do recall that several days prior this rude intrusion, I had left a message, asking him NOT to call or attempt to see me. In detail - I told him all of the reasons why he will never -ever - ever- encounter my space again. I guess he didn’t take me seriously. I suppose he figured that calling me and asking if could he come over - would leave an opportunity for me to verbally reject him, once again. Showing up in person - unannounced would catch me off guard, and how could I resist him in person? I guess he thought wrong. I didn’t let one pinky toe past the security door on my porch.

Dirk: *Knocking at the door*
Lique: *Opens Door*
Lique: What the FUCK do you want? Didn’t you get my message?
Dirk: NO? (Lying thru his pretty white teeth)
Lique:Let me turn on the light so I can see your face when you are lying to me.

I then proceeded to tell him once again that he will no longer be a part of my world and why. Apparently - I’m funny - even when I am irritated. He couldn’t help to laugh at some of the things I said. I do have a way with words. He had never seen this side of me. I think it almost tickled him.

Lique: Oh - you think this is funny?
Dirk: *trying to look serious* he stuttered . . . n-n-n-n- oo!!
Lique: You think this is funny, huh? Well laugh at the glass!!

I slammed security the door in his face - turned around- and took my butt in the house like I?m suppose to. I never looked back. The door was designed in the early 1900’s and weighs at least 200lbs. It is made of solid oak. In the center of the door is a large picture window made of thick and heavy glass. I left his ass standing right there to “laugh at the glass”. But, I guess he stopped laughing when he realized I wasn?t bluffing.

Saturday nite- I painted my toenails HOT pink and embellished them with rhinestones. I greased up my legs w/ liquid bronzer - sucked in my stomach and cranked my bra straps up a few notches. Earlier in the day I had given myself a killer blow out so my hair was fierce. I recently colored it an extremely deep burgundy red and when the light shines off of my dome - I enjoy many compliments:) I generously applied a layer of MAC lipglass - and I was rocking the 2 1/2″ heels so you know I was looking like an eclectic Amazon in all of her glory. Narcissism at its finest.

The funny thing about is- I really wasn’t going anywhere extra special. I just felt the need to get jazzy w/ it. I hadn’t been out for awhile so I decided to hit up one of my favorite lil’ spots call THE RED SEA. It’s not a major club, rather a restaurant/bar/juke joint. But I love the music and it’s one of those places where I can go and feel comfortable. Ya know?

Armed with colorful language and charming personality - I stabbed out into the nite solo. I was smoking one of them funny cigarettes that I enjoy so much. I came - I entered - I got tore back off of the Hennessy and Hypnotic . . . Red Alize and Heinekens. Then the D.J. got to playing Bone Crushers - “I Aint Never Scared.” Too much liqour and Bone Crusher creates potential for someone to get hurt up real, real bad. People get a little bit too pumped up and forget it’s just a song. It’s a deadly combination, roughly compared to a Eminem and 50 Cent concert in Detroit. Aight!

Have you ever seen a stripper with dreads? I hadn’t, until the other night. She doesn’t work for the RED SEA but she was pretending to be a hired “go-go” girl. She was working it and twirking it. She was breaking it down on the stage and letting everyone see her thong -thong -thong -thong -thong! WHOA! But who am I judge? It was funny though!

So, I came alone - but I hooked up with some of the homeboys and we decided to ditch the RED SEA and head over another joint named the DINKYTOWNER (because it’s located in a area called DINKY TOWN). And that’s where i stumbled onto something lovely.

Unbeknownst to me - JESSICA CARE MOORE was in town to do a show @ the University Of Minnesota. Afterwards, she graciously came on down to the DINKYTOWNER to do a live set w/ her band and some other cats. She was gripping the mic -sporting NEON pink ADDIAS - terry cloth wrist bands - ripping shyt like a militant Power Puff Girl. She was DOPE! And I was glad I fell off into the spot, right on time.

Jessica Care Moore has worked with literary and musical artists Nas, Ossie Davis, Mos Def, Gregory Hines, CeCe Winans, Anthony David, Roy Ayers, Gil Scott Herron, Sonia Sanchez, Steve Harvey, Cedric The Entertainer, Patrice Rushen, Nikki Giovanni, The Last Poets and many more. She is one of the returning stars of the new HBO Series Russell Simmons presents: Def Poetry Jam and has been featured on BET’s, NYLA, The Ed Gordan Show, Teen Summit, The Today Show, and many more.

Fortunately for me, I had my cheap Target brand disposable camera. I must’ve got to snappin’ photos while she was performing. I got a few pics of her band too. When she finished her set, I approached her and asked her could I get one more pic (one of her not performing). But being the typical woman, she said she didn’t want to take any pictures because “her hair is fucked up”. lol! She was real cool. Since I’m not the stalker type, so I didn’t stay up in her grill all night, but she did tell me to email her the pictures I took when they are ready.

I’ll make sure to post them on Saucy Dame too.

I slept all day Sunday.

Um . . . Bone Crusher & Biz Markie w/ no shirt on = NOT CUTE.

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