back in the days...

The past is such a comfortable place, warm with sweet memories and experiences. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the days of carefree fun, the days when my rebellion was a proclamation of my desired independence, my own little coming out party. Fuck a Cotillion, my presentation to society was filled with angry rock music and a retro Mickey Mouse t-shirt accompanied with JNCO pants that could fit my whole family…

…The days of cutting school with no real reason and running from Manhattans truancy squad in the village, when Washington Square Park was a place to build bonds with people simply trying to find or express themselves. I was 14 and still fit perfectly next to the 23 yo Goth princess and the 18 yo candy raver rocking baby bottles and pacifiers on his chains. (hi Pec)

I even went through a strange reclusive phase when all I did was sit in different NYC parks and watch innocence on the slides ands swings, running clueless about the world’s self destructive ways, not in a kidnapping child molesting way either.

This would also be the time my mom would pray daily to God that it was just a phase because she could not go through life with her only daughter as this weird and crazy tomboy with ‘funky junky’ friends.

I can’t wait till my own kids are going through their own crazy phases and shtuff. Slamming doors and yelling that I don’t understand when truthfully I was there once. (Ain’t gon be no door slamming or yelling, we don’t play that shit in mama Tima’s house. I will break you like a chicken neck)

But the whole parent thing will be fun, to see the other side of life. Yea it can wait though, I got at least 5 more years of to live free and party till my ass breaks.

In the meantime, I welcome the God children ( I have two now : ) ) and the pitbull puppies. Why are people tryna convince me their not the same? You try raising pitbulls from birth, they go from infant to angry teen in 6 months and are far more destructive. And they think I won’t be a good mommy. I be knowing these thangs…