Yeah I know it's been a while since I've posted. Considering my last post and all the phone calls, emails, text messages I've received since, I know many are worried about me. Put your fears to rest, I will be fine. No I'm not under suicide watch or eating a pint of Haagen Dazs ice cream 3 times a day. That's not to say that I didn't mean what I wrote. That was probably the most raw and unedited I have ever written. That was a peak into my true thoughts and emotions that I don't readily share unless I have it scripted and filtered in my head first. I still feel what I wrote but at a duller intensity. Honestly, I doubt that will ever go away. I am changed.

Even though I haven't written in a while, there have been some wonderings in my mind:

* Why does it take so long to bury rich/famous people??? James Brown was dead over a month before his children buried him in an undisclosed location. Undisclosed because they don't want other family members to know where he is!! Anna Nicole is beginning to look like the crypt keeper, according to the medical examiner's office, and her people are fighting over her remains. If I ever become rich and famous, fight over my money not my dead body. If I am not given an appropriate service befitting all the wonderful contributions I've made in this life, then forget about getting your grubby hands on my millions. I guess Biggie was right: "more money, more problems". At least when you're broke, your family will scramble to get you buried and make sure you look good for the wake.

**Why do people approach me to ask for directions??? Somehow on a crowded New York street, train, bus, or even in a store, people will walk up to me and ask me for directions or advice. I've told people the best way to get somewhere, pointed them in the right direction when they get turned around. I've even had a group of people ask me to choose a restaurant for them!! A lady asked me yesterday which exit is the best exit out of Macy's. Why me??? What is it about me that makes people think I would know the answer to that question??? Lets not forget about the people who strike up a conversation with me on the train. People tell me their life stories as the train rolls from station to station. Yes, I always travel with a book, or at least the games on my cell phone. But that doesn't matter. People talk to me. Why me?? How do they pick me out in a crowd??? As most native New Yorkers, I don't necessarily walk around with a smile on my face. Maybe my ice grill isn't cold enough. LOL

***Why has the Dreamgirls soundtrack played over and over in my mind for the past couple of days??? No just one song. The whole damn soundtrack. As I walk down the street, while I'm eating, trying on clothes in a store, even using the bathroom (yeah I hummed "We Are a Family" as I sat on the toilet!! LOL). It's playing in my head right now! I don't mind (at least not yet) but the funny thing is I don't own the soundtrack (at least not yet)!

Until next time folks.......