Readers, we've been together for 26 straight autumn days. Blogtober has T-5 days left. I don't know what to do with myself. Or...do I? Ha! We're not even done yet. But I wanted to do that. And you get one, too, for sticking with me and reading and liking and commenting and following. The real [...]
Even with endless rainy days (it's been raining here for a full two weeks, reader) and minor disappointments in life (I'll spare the details and provide them for another post, but let's give you one clue: men), you'll find This Square Peg moving in some fashion during the day. Even if it's chair dancing at [...]
No, this post isn't necessarily about fall, although the last day of my trip occurred in September. But we're flashbacking today, so it's all good. Anywho, this past Labor Day weekend, I left on a jet plane to visit a good friend of mine who lives in Orange County, CA. Despite the fact that it [...]
This is Chiwetel Ejiofor. There's not much else to say here. I love him and it's Friday. Bon weekend, mes amis...
#24: It was lovely being off work on Thursday. This is what I did, rather than blog. Sorry. Well, not really. ***************************** #25: Since it's Black Friday, here's a poem I wrote a few years ago, entitled, naturally, Black Friday. and so she believed the hype. she tipped her head toward the heavens and waited [...]
My bestie is coming to town this evening, you guys. The bestie! Needless to say, I basically want to tap dance out of here so we can start our fun. And yet morning just began, so...Anyway, she's my first visitor since I moved to Texas. Wonder how she'll react to the absence of furniture. Bon [...]
That's the name I've given my wig. SN: wigs are like sliced bread when it comes to my eternal love and devotion. I can slap a wig cap over my two-strand twists that I didn't feel like taking out--which is exactly what's going on as we e-speak--and transform my entire look for the day. Pretty [...]
I've said it before: we're all weirdos. See the following. I read over people's shoulders on the train, especially when they have hefty, voluminous books in their hands. I mean, how can I be a legitimate bookworm if I don't hoard what you're reading? If you stand too close to me anywhere, this is clear [...]
Thanks to the African juices/genetics (thanks, Daddy and Ma), I have somewhat youthful features. When I was a teenager, I looked younger. When I was in my mid-20s, a woman at a hair salon once asked me if I was excited about Homecoming. Her shock when I explained that I was 26 years old--and not 15, [...]
I think this Parisienne embodies my future life in the City of Lights. In every way you can think of. Bursting with a thousand words, and I agree with every letter. Happy Friday, and bon weekend, mes amis.