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December 15, 2004
Confessions of a Grimy Granddaughter...
Sorry again folks, I appreciate all your wonderful comments about the b-day bashment-i hate the fact that it has to be a special occasion to get all my peeps together, but I'm glad that we were! My sister had an incredible time-she thinks she's cool cuz she pops in and out of the city to "party" with the big dogs! (just kidding liv-you rock regardless) Anyway, i was happy to celebrate the beginning of a new phase in my life.
I'm back at grandma's now and lets just say there's much adjusting to be done. I'm learning a lot and coming back in touch with my Jamaican roots-you'll see what I mean eventually. I'm gonna go-I got some work to do. In the meantime if you want to read my grimy confessions, I urge you to read on, and stay tuned for politics as usual.
I'll just get right to the point: I can't bear this heavy feeling that weighs on my chest. It's pushing me under. The guilt is unbearable... and let's not forget that I'll be in deep shit when my aunt or grandmother decides to offer a Heineken or a Red Stripe to one of the unexpected guests that show up to nyam (that's Jamaican for eat) When she finds it's just an empty box being used to support the Guiness Stout box, which incidently is also empty, lawd have mercy pon mi soul! The thing is, grandma thinks she's hiding the good stuff from me.
While grandma sits in her room cursing Price is Right contestants for bidding too low, i'm practically invisible, running back and forth to between the kitchen and my bedroom to stash my bounty. I've already collected about 6 bottles of Red Stripe. If she asks, I'll pretend I'm going for cookies; they're the perfect alibi because they've been in the same cabinet since I was ten years old-and they are right beside the bounty.
During the hours of 7 to 10 p.m. on Monday's and Wednesdays grandma's busy saving the souls of hell-bound heathens on her prayer hotline, it's happy hour for me!
I'm not proud of this folks, believe me, hence this confession. One day I'll get grandma to save my soul too!
What can I say? Since I no longer have cable I have to compensate somehow. Until we meet again bredren and sistren, walk good!
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