Personality

Personality

I can never resist these… Thanks to my Girl Zan for this one!

What is the geekiest part of your music collection? No music is ever geeky.

What do you eat when you raid the fridge late at night? I don’t raid the fridge at night.

What is your secret guaranteed weeping movie? The Color Purple… the part when Sug Avery leads the sinners in song to her Father’s Church… wooooo *tearing up*

If you could have plastic surgery, what would you have done? My tummy… take it away!!!

Do you have a completely irrational fear? I live in New York City. Believe me, they’re rational.

What is the little physical habit that gives away your insecure moment? I talk to fill up silences

Are you a pyromaniac? Not anymore.

Do you have too many love interests? Used to… but I narrowed it down to 1.

Do you know anyone famous? Too many

Describe your bed: Entirely too small and rigid.

Spontaneous or planned? Straddling the fence…

Who should play you in a movie about your life? Folks have mentioned that Nia Long reminds them of me (attitude wise circa Love Jones); Gabrielle Union maybe… (attitude only… NO one looks like me

Do you know how to play poker? Umm.. no. but I’m trying to learn

What do you carry with you at all times? Camera, Cellphone, wallet

What do you miss most about being a kid? Being allowed to be inquisitive and introspective.

Are you happy with your given name? I wasn’t at first, but I love it now.

How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year? 40 million bucks

What color is your bedroom? Dusty Rose with White trim

What was the last song you were listening to? She Don’t Have to Know – John Legend

Have you ever been in a play? Yes – Grease (in High School)

Have you ever been in love? More times than I care to count.

Do you talk a lot? Sometimes

Do you like yourself and believe in yourself? Now I do. Back in the day… eh… not so much.

Do transient, homeless, or starving people sometimes annoy you? Sometimes when I feel like they’re lying or not using all their ability.

Do you consider yourself to be a nice person? Overly so.

Do you spend more time with your girlfriend/boyfriend or your friends? It’s about 50 50 now

What is your ideal marriage location? Wow… haven’t thought it out yet…

Which musical instrument do you wish you could play? Cello or Viola… maybe bass. I like big string instruments

Favorite fabric? Satin.

Something you love and hate? Excitement

What kind of bedding do you use? I like cotton and flannel sheets. Something to make me feel protected and warm.

Do you tell your friends about your sex life? Nah… no need to really elaborate.

What’s the one language you want to learn? Japanese

How do you eat an apple? Peeled and sliced

What do you order at a bar? Sweet things (liquers)… or wine.

Have you ever pierced your body parts? Just my earlobes

Do you have tattoos? Not one.

Do you drive a stick? *tee hee*….

What’s one trait you hate in a person? Deceptiveness

What kind of watch(es) do you have? One that my bestfriend bought me after years of me hinting to men that I needed a watch. Thanks Sug!

Most frivolous purchase? A New VAIO Laptop

Do you consider yourself materialistic? I’m not… but the society forces me to believe that I should be.

What do you cook the best? Pastries, cookies and cakes.

Favorite writing instrument? any pen… I LOVE to write.

Do you prefer to stand out or blend in? Stand out.

Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex? Been there, done that.

What’s the one car you will never buy? Mini Moto. I’m a tall girl with thickness. I’d never fit

What kind of books do you like to read? Self Enhancing, Empowerment books.

If you won the lottery, what would you do? Pay off loans. Buy a house. Clearout my family’s debt… Live prosperously – Lay a foundation for someone to come…

Burial or cremation? Used to be Burial… but I’m beginning to feel like… Cremation is the way.

How many online journals do you read regularly? about 10

What’s one thing you’re a sore loser at? I’m awefully competitive……

If you don’t like a person, how do you show it? Avoidance.

Do you cry in front of your friends? Haven’t in years. But I would.

What kind of first impression do you think you give to people? Sincere, knowledged, sweet.

What’s one thing you like to do alone? Arts and crafts of any kind.

Are you a giver or a taker? Much more of a giver.

When’s the last time you cried? Last Tuesday… *sigh*

Favorite communication method? E-mail or letters. I prefer time to reflect before talking. How many drinks before you’re tipsy? bout 4 if wine… 3 if hard liquor.

Do you think you’re cute? Sometimes

Do you have problems changing clothes in front of friends? Sometimes…

First Name: Victoria

Were you named after anyone? My paternal Grandmother.

Do you wish on stars? Used to…

Which finger is your favorite? My Pinky

Who are you more like – your mother or your father? Mommy.

Do you like your handwriting? Yes. When I take my time

What is your favorite lunch meat? Ham.

Any bad habits? Self Doubt.

What’s in your CD player right now? D’Angelo’s Brown Sugar

Do you believe in soul mates? Used to… Love is something you WORK towards.

Are you a daredevil? Um… nah.

Have you ever told a secret you swore not to? Yeah… but it was really really important.

Do looks matter? Depends for what.

Have you ever misused a word and it sounded absolutely stupid? Yup.

Do you think there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Nope – rainbows are circlular.

Are you trendy? Um… nah.

How do you release anger? I scream as loud as I can into a pillow. Or hold it in and ball it up till it fosters an ulcer or something.

Where are your second homes? My baby’s house… work…

Do you trust others easily? I do… unfortunately. They start with 100% and work their way down.

What was your favorite toy as a child? My little bunny, Nancy… she’d sing to me before i went to sleep. Gosh I miss her…

What class in school did you think was totally useless? I LOVED SCHOOL!!!

Do you have a journal? You’re reading it.

Have you been in a mosh pit? Yeah. *ouch*

What do you look for in a boy/girl? Earl.

What are your nicknames? Victoria, Vicky, Vic, Shortstop (just my brother calls me that)

Would you ever bungee jump? nah.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? umm… depends.

Do you think that you are strong? Could be stronger.

What’s your favorite ice cream flavor? Vanilla… Coconut (in that order)

What’s your favorite color? Red.

What is your least favorite food? Liver… YUCK

How many wisdom teeth do you have? Two

Are you in love with anyone? Madly

How many people have a crush on you right now? No one I know about.

Who do you miss most right now? My granny

What are you wearing? black decolte top with fringe and black boot cut jeans with pointy pumps

What are you listening to right now? HOT97…

What was the last thing you ate? Chicken Fingers

If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Brown Sienna

How is the weather right now? undecided

Who is the last person you talked to on the phone? My sweetie Pumpkin

What do you wear to bed? Teeshirt.

Status Update

Status Update

I went on the patch Sunday (the Dr. put me on birth control in order to regulate my hormones) and I thought it would be really horrible. But I’ve actually been feeling better. Could be my mind. I stopped smoking (I was smoking one cigarette a night – to “calm” me enough to go to sleep) but I don’t need added complications with anything, so I just kicked it. So far it seems really okay. I was telling AP that it almost seemed too easy… and he said… “Why do you have to believe that it’s hard? It’s probably the belief that it’s hard that made you shy away from actually doing it.” So I’m going with that thinking and I’m going to believe that all these life changes I’m making are easy. I’ve been sleeping through the night and waking up rested and on time to get ready for work. My baby has been right there prodding me on — he keeps asking me when I’m going to the gym… but the “team is in town” so I don’t work out in the gym when that’s happening. But he’s been staying on me.

Life is moving along…

I’m sitting here watching this fiasco of a ALCS Game 7… Damnit Yanks…. They gotta come back.

Umma sleep and wake up and they’ll be correct.

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Shed

Shed

I strapped my patch on today and immediately my mind started playing tricks on me. Making me think I’m dizzy or nauseous. I sat there staring at it for minutes before I put it on. Like… I hate this thing and I hate the idea of all this synthetic crap coarsing through my veins. But… must do what I must do.

I went to Li’l Vic’s birthday party last night. It was really nice. I felt fabulous. Yesterday was just a fabulous day for me. I’m glad I didn’t stay home.

I’m really lonely tonight. I feel like I’m just on a planet by myself. I’ve run out of people to talk to…but a phone full of numbers to call.

I’ll try to get some sleep

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Cultured

Cultured

My brother and I headed up to the MoMAQNS today… in a rush to get there before it “closed” and relocated back to the 57th Street location. Well… our rushing was in vain… They were closed already. As you can see by the pulled gates behind my brother:

But my persistence as always got us somewhere. I went tugging on doors just to see… and eventually a security guard came out and said, “I’m supposed to come out here and offer you alternatives.” At that point he told us about the Museum for African Art and the P.S.1. Museums. Both about 15 or 20 minutes away from where we were, walking. So… we hit both of them up. What amazing images I have in my head because of them. I saw so many pieces that deeply affected me. I’ll comment on the ones I took pictures of in my gallery.

There was one exhibit that I couldn’t take pictures of because it was in the P.S.1. gallery (and photography wasn’t allowed)… but it was the Hans-Peter Feldman: 100 Years exhibit: a photographer who took pictures of people… one person per picture… each person was a year older than the last. There were 100 pictures all around the room. It was refreshing to see that the 30 year old was still on the “first” wall… and you hadn’t even gotten half way across the room. When I turned around in front of the 30 year old… I just saw personified… how much more life there is to live. Gosh… although it may be presumptuous of me to think that I will make it to 100… even to 60… it’s a whole other lifetime. I have so much to look foward to. It was comforting to see that the 100 year old was named “Marie Victoria”. I smiled.

One art exhibit that was pretty quick and to the point showed an oversized yellow post it note on a wall above a water fountain… and it said:

The most important things aren’t things.

With that, my brother reached to the water fountain to push it for a stream of water… and nothing happened. Sometimes the most important things are ability.

I was a little fly girl today. I MUST have been. The little mexican/dominican/ecuadorian men were hollering at me today like I was going out of style. It was crazy. They haven’t paid so much attention to me since I was 16. But I guess it had to be the way I was carrying myself and my umbrella… like I couldn’t be bothered. But it felt good. The lady at the restaurant when my brother and I went to eat told me how nice I looked. I’m all dolled up right now waiting to go to Li’l Vic’s birthday party. I took a few pics of myself. I’ll upload them later and put them in the misc. of my gallery. But for now… time to pack up and go shake it up

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Kiss Me On My Neck

Kiss Me On My Neck

I was on IM today talking to one of my photographers. He was attempting to get some pictures to me from an event he shot last night. “Well, what are my options” (in getting the pictures to my office). And I said, “Do you know how to FTP?” and he said… “lol!… YES I DO! THANK YOU VERY MUCH.” And I stopped and looked at the im string and immediately knew what he was thinking. I chuckled to myself and thought… 5 or 6 years ago… this would have gone down a seriously bad path. (Not bad as in bad but bad as in sex). But I glossed it over, submitted a benign “lol” and kept it moving. How distant from that kind of thinking I am. Well… distant from pushing any of the thought into action.

I do remember living to flirt. The anticipation of what the person’s next move was. The hanging in between sentences. The electricity. Just the overall giddiness of the “new” feeling. Although definitely fleeting, it was always exciting. That brief almost-brush with it brought that to mind. It’s interesting what kind of person I was then… I needed that constant affection and attention and admiration all the time. And now I look at folks like that from afar and wonder… “what are they really missing?”

I pray that my lack of desire to want to do all of those things doesn’t make me boring. I hope that it’s not because I’m no longer excited by life that I don’t need to flirt with total stranger. I feel like I still need to keep life interesting… and fun. But the people around me are progressively less fun. Either because they’re getting older and crickety… or getting married and have ties that no longer allow them to “hang” with me, for whatever reasons. Or some folks want to be too serious for my tastes. You only get one time. I’m trying to reshape what my one time means for me now if I truly won’t have anyone to pass it to. I’m even wondering if I should bother getting married, since the whole purpose of that was to have children in wedlock.

I have so many questions that I have to answer now. Maybe I’ll just be 25 perpetually… And the envy of all these married mommies.

Freedom

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