Author Bebe Moore Campbell died yesterday from brain cancer complications. I never really read much of her work, but I did have the pleasure of meeting her on one occasion. About 12 years ago, at my father's wedding to his second wife, I had the distinct pleasure of dancing with her at the reception. She wanted her husband to dance with her, but he was not interested. So me being the smooth 19 year old I was, I danced with her a bit, and I was lucky to have done so. Back then she was about 44, but she was fine, and very sexy. Although the whole time I was dancing with her, I was wishing her daughter Maia was there as well. She was equally fine. Anyway, that's my Bebe Moore Campbell story.

I know I shouldn't think this way, but when someone dies, and they are around my parents age, I get a little concerned. Once you reach the age of 50, things start to mysteriously happen, and although my parents are in good health(to my knowledge) I still worry. My mother has had back issues of late, and my father plays things so close to the vest, he could have all kinds of health issues, but i'd never know(which incidentally is the same way I'll probably handle it, this is known as Black Man Disease). I have friends who have lost their parents at a young age, and there really is no way to brace yourself for that kind of thing. Its probably extremely negative for me to even think that way, but I'm very much human, and my thoughts do drift in that direction. I wonder if I'd pull together and be a leader to the rest of my family, or would I become an extreme hermit and pull away. Who knows. My ex used to tell me that instead of thinking about someone's death, I should think about how best to maximize my time with them while they are here. 90% of the time, I do that.

Other random Tuesday thoughts:
-I have committed myself to do some marketing type things for my friend's business. I didn't tell her this, but I think I am completely out of my league here, because anyone who knows me(I had when people say this by the way) understands that my social skills ar extremely limited. Not because I CAN'T do it, but because I prefer to be a curmudgeon. But yesterday, in this here blog, I said that it pays to do something different for a change, so I shall try it.

-I have a recommendation to do for someone, and until yesterday, I completely forgot that I had to write it. I feel like a bad bad friend.

-I heard my neighbors having sex again yesterday during the early evening hours. Curiously, I never hear the man moaning or talking or anything, I only hear her moaning, which means one of two things is going on: 1) Someone is watching porn or 2)The woman over there has some serious self pleasuring sessions going on. Ideally, I'd like to think that it is a combination of the two. If that is the case, I see a trip to Home Depot and a power drill in future.

-I'm thinking of throwing a birthday party for myself once again. I did it back in '02, and it was pretty fun, and I had a turnout of about 20 people. I think I'd like to do something a bit bigger, but I am a little concerned about people showing up. I feel like I have a reliable friend and extended friend base, but you never really know.

-my financial situation is improving. that's always a beautiful thing.

And now for the musical portion of the blog. I am quite sure that I have linked this song before, but it is just a sexy ass song. I like Lalah Hathaway's husky voice, I like the music, and of course the words are nice as well. The song is called More.

Oh, and the spell check function isn't working properly on the blog, and it hasn't been for about a week now. So if you see typos, keep them to yourself alright buddy?