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I hope we are leaving together.

Yes, this is my farewell.

Someday we may read banned books together again.

Only time will tell.

~ Jane without an E

Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won’t forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

This chapter of my life is closing.  A new adventure awaits me … and you.  I hope you will  continue to travel with me on the road less traveled.  While I will save this five year journey for another day, I know the new path will make all the difference.

It is that time again.  You know the one I am talking about … cults of insanity.  No, I am not going to even attempt to do NaNoWriNo after my eight word masterpiece (otherwise known as The November 2009 Epic Fail) but I really need to get back into the groove of writing/blogging every day. When all else fails, there is always another freaking meme going around.  This time it is a 30-day challenge that has been going around on all the kewl fuckers blogs.  While I am usually not a follower, I am wearing my T-shirt for the next 30 days.  Hopefully, this will not be bloggercide.

Here goes nothing something.   The topic for day 1  is something you hate about yourself.  Who did this?  Really?  Why can’t we start off with something easy like What did you do on summer vacation? Boo. Hiss.  And Other Expletives.  Eureka!  That’s it!  Believe it or not, I hate my casual and frequent use of profanity.  It has been a lifelong struggle.  Sybil smacked me in the mouth and washed it out with Lava soap more times than I can count.  Like Hemingway said of his efforts in The Sun Also Rises, I have tried to reduce profanity, but I have to admit that I like its cathartic effect.  I believe that honesty is always the best policy, and there are times that I aim to be abusive, blasphemous, and expressive.  Simply put, profanity provides relief.  I Read Banned Books is my outlet, sanctuary, and habitat for profanity … it always has been and always will be.  Yes, I know I do not need to use profanity but there are times when I want to use it.  Show some respect for my use of expletives, and remember that not only am I going to hell but I will be driving the bus.

Please note the absence of profanity in this post.  Well, butter my buns and call me Biscuit!

• His street name is Burnt Toast … because he’s really dark-skinned.
• I didn’t beat his ass for realz; it was a friendly fade.
• He hit his head on the big dude’s fist.
• No, the floor was wet, and I slipped and hit my head on the labatory.   (Me:  The lavatory?)  Yeah, the zink.
• All white people are not Mormons; some of them are devil worshipers.
• You got some ashy ass lips … Where yo chapstick?
• All I said to the teacher was “Damn.  We got another 20 minutes of this shit.”
• (On a discipline referral which I later had to read aloud and explain to a parent) H****** referred to the other student as “Douche Bo Baggins.”
• (singing) I like to move it, move it.
• I can’t describe what she is wearing today because it is definitely something you have to see for yourself.
• Gurl, you need to take yo bebe to the doctor; something is wrong with her eyes.
• I  drank a forty for breakfast.
• You ain’t no gangsta; I’ll show you gangsta just as soon as yo ass is in my car.

When I look back at these one true sentences, I recall another great Hemingway sentence:  “The good parts of a book may be only something a writer is lucky enough to overhear.” Won’t I be a lucky girl someday if this much is true? 

THAT belief about yawns being contagious is totally true.  As you may already know, I unconditionally love elephants, but just looking at this made me yawn.

AND THE OTHER:  Well, what do you know?  This post has to be the most random ever turned out to be my usual absofuckinglutely fabulous.  I might make this a regular late-night-I-ought-to-post-something-before-bedtime-series.

Someday the open-minded will let love rule the world.  Support love.

I have been a Lenny Kravitz fan from the moment I heard this song, and I have always associated it with supporting equality.  Coincidentally, this song is always his answer when asked, “If God asked you to play a song for him, what one would it be?”

What a concept.

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