Monday, March 22, 2004

Yup I'm pretty convinced it was a plot. It worked too. But I'm off that now, so let me not even stress. I think I've wasted enough time stressing.

Meanwhile it sucks to be unemployed and not studying anymore. It's enough to get me back into classes! I actually miss cramming for exams. I know! I need professional help!


posted by Tanisha Cross at 2:07 PM Comments []

Thursday, March 04, 2004

OK OK. So I may have overreacted just a titch. As a memeber of the fairer sex, I think I should be excused. We just never know when we're being played and when we think we are nothing could be further from the truth. *sigh*

And Mr. B it really was fun up until the drama. I'm just not good with drama at all. To all who've dealt with psychotic ex's/relatives/anyone, how do you get rid of them??

I just hope things aren't completely ruined...


posted by Tanisha Cross at 6:22 PM Comments []

Monday, March 01, 2004

It's amazing how in the most difficult times I always find myself on my own. It's as though the universe has conspired to teach me how to handle things by myself, even if it means feeling completely useless. One would think there are only a certain amount of ways a someone can get hurt - or only a few ways a man can show how much of an ass he really is, whichever.

I've learned my lesson. Or lessons rather.

Mr. B, it's been fun.

Here's to bouncing back.



posted by Tanisha Cross at 11:09 PM Comments []

Saturday, January 31, 2004

ok i was right. i do look like something out of a horror movie. and the pain only kept me up part of last night. drugs can do wonders tho, i tell ya...

what is it about men that they love to decide when something is 'relevant' enough to tell you? why is it that i'm supposed to be involved in this person's life, yet when something goes on, i'm left out of the loop? not only that, but other people, particularly psychotic people, are totally in the know??? i don't get it.

but whatever. not stressing.
posted by Tanisha Cross at 7:41 PM Comments []

Wednesday, January 28, 2004

I am SO MAD! Incredibly pissed off. Dental surgery would do that, if it's bloody never ending. Turns out I need to get not, one, but two more excrutiating operations on my friggin tooth, that could have been friggin avoided if money wasn't an issue. Not only that, but I would be able to avoid 2 weeks' hibernation (since my mouth will look like somethin out of a horror movie) and would be able to go about my job hunt, interviews and my trip to Jamaica without the fear of sending everyone running screaming from the building.

So pissed off right now.


posted by Tanisha Cross at 5:13 PM Comments []

Monday, January 19, 2004

It's just the way that life keeps tossing these boulders at me... I can't help feeling like I'm constantly being tested on my abilities and drive. I'm thisclose to throwing in the towel... But the warrior princess doesn't give up that easily. I think.

C.O.T.
I'm soooo addicted to America's Next Top Model! I usually hate reality shows and other empty, useless, over-sponsered american TV bullshit. But this show... I don't know what it is. I'm totally hooked. Something about persuing a dream - and seeing how not-all-fun-and-games it really is, and how shallow and bitchy and stupid some people can be is fascinating. Not tomention I love how real Tyra is. She's a cool cool lady.
posted by Tanisha Cross at 7:50 PM Comments []

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

What's in a name? I mean, really. I have been dubbed all sorts. From pooh, to tanooki, to sebastian - i beg you don't ask how or why these came about, just accept them, aight? - to all variations of my own name, such as T, TT, Neisha, Nishy, Tan, Tansy-wansy, etc etc.

However, I was recently named 'Ndika'. All because I have natural hair, which I love, and wear tons of beads. They, the 'namers' claim I am looking very African, and to watch out that 'Omgomo' will try and chirps me. Funny. But I kind of like the name. Ndika. Princess Ndika. I'll try it on for size.

My mother joined in the foray and confessed what my name was really gonna be before she heard Tanisha. Get ready for it... *insert drumroll here*... Yendi. My own mother was going to christen me Yendi Cross. And while I think Japanese names are exceptionally cute, even beautiful at times, I just don't see myself as a Yendi.

Obviously I have nothing to say, so I'm just gonna go bed.


posted by Tanisha Cross at 3:56 AM Comments []