So many reasons to smile…
Fall is a reminder that change is beautiful.
Hello, my name is Anjanette & I have/had $%^& shingles. This is my October diary entry. It’s not Jess, but life sounds real Messy. Actually, I had it? I’m so confused. I was itchy on Sunday & felt like I had COVID. I saw the rash a few days ago (just typing this is making me sick, idk I can deal with bodily fluids, but a rash, no thank you). The rash has moved into post-inflammatory phase already-so I’m not contagious, but the rash is still itchy as all hell & my nerves feel like a lightshow & I don’t like it here, grandpa.
Oh, those vaccinations are finna see me. Never again.
I think what has helped is I’ve been topless. If reading that bothers you, please see yourself out now because it definitely gets worse. I accidently flashed someone I gave birth to and they were absolutely mortified. I told them if you don’t want to see boobs, please do not enter. I ushered the cats out of my room, repeatedly. Thing 1 & Thing 2 are meowing at me loudly like I did something wrong. I have barricaded the door. The biscuits on the boobs is not going down right now.
I may have partaken in some new piercings. Which, WOW, that’s all I will say.
No, I won’t, I yelled French toast sticks with the first one. I tried to take it like a G but, bump that. I paced the room trying to gather myself together. My good sis Ruthie said the second one hurts more. Ruthie is going to light me up like a Christmas tree (already happening y’all) because the first one hurt more, that means I was shingly without a rash at that time. A gentleman named Justin was in the other room. I promise you I spun around like my son is here? when she greeted him. Yet another Justin. I’ve met 12 Justin’s & a ridiculous number of Daniel’s this summer. I keep saying I feel like I’m having one long fever dream, but that’s all that makes sense sometimes.
The second one was light work. I clapped my hands together & said GOODBYE.
per internal management, fall vibes only
I’m so happy it’s the fall. I love the Harvest Moon festival. I can’t stand pumpkin latte smells. I’m praying Starbucks doesn’t have that smell coming out of its store. Or Bath & Body Works, it’s too much. But even the energy around us feels lighter. I love the different colors of the leaves on our massive trees. The coolness of the air, just everything fascinates me this time of year. The ability to start anew is in our orbit. The ability to get knocked out by karma is also in other people’s orbit. Not our circus or our monkeys.
For birthkeepers, this is our annual season of renewal. We know this time of the year well. It’s our gift for holding space for families across the world. Please take this time for yourself.
Everyone that breathes life into our universe, take your behind somewhere and sit down. No more doing for others. It’s your turn to nourish and love yourself. Please allow others to pour into you. Life is not a solo act. It’s a collective one. Even two people can change the world together.
If you’ve read this already somewhere, please know I tend to repeat myself in blogs if there’s a connection I need to make. I don’t assume people are going to read through every one of my blogs. Please don’t do that, there’s nothing to see, trust me lol. There’s plenty to see, but we will move alone as my back is sizzling like morning bacon. I would love to throw something across the room atp.
not shingles y’all
How did this happen, you ask? You didn’t, but I wanted to share anyway because I am not having a good time at ALL.
Stress weakened my immune system. When your body is under stress for too long, your immune system may have a harder time keeping certain viruses under control. Viruses that stay dormant in the body, like herpes viruses, can become active again and cause symptoms. I mentioned the herpes virus, don’t look at me. I actually had chickenpox. I remember my mother forcing me to play with my brother in the first grade. I was looking at her crazy because she shoved us in the room and sprayed Lysol in our direction. Chile. When I saw my brother itching himself raw, I just knew I was in trouble. When I had a fever days later, my mom happily trotted us right to the pediatrician. Proudly shared that she had myself and Sir Itchykins in a room together so I could catch it.
Great.
Only my version of chickenpox was way worse. My fever was way too high. I remember waking up to my mom trying to use the rectal thermometer on me. I never jumped out of the bed so fast. I squinted and asked, “Toto?”
“No, silly,” my mother said. “I was trying to take your temperature.” I said no thank you. I prefer the oral one LOL. Do you see what I had to go through? My mom said she used Vaseline for the rectal thermometer. MA’AM. I said NO.
My mom was the one who ratted me out to the doctor after she found me at one of my daily tea parties with my stuffies & my friend. I was talking and laughing with this friend until my mother ruined everything by standing in the door looking at me, mortified. “Who are you talking to?” my mother asked. I rolled my eyes. “Your Aunt Annie?” I didn’t understand why she was asking me that. I went back to my tea party when my mother interrupted me again. “Aunt Annie passed away before you were born.” My eyes widened in horror. No more Aunt Annie tea parties for me, ladies & gentlemen. I am not about that life. My mother took me straight over to the doctor, and I officially started therapy soon after. I was livid at the time; now I’m grateful. I can’t tell you how much my mommy saved my life. Thankfully, I’ll have antibodies against shingles before I need them. :)
birth in the city means sex in the city
Can we end the era of calling it chickenpops? Let’s take down Valentime’s Day. I love that day, I love red, and I throw hands lol. I don’t, but it sounds nice. I will place my loved ones in a chokehold and threaten them not to tell anyone. They are free to do the same with me. I like it rough. If your mind went somewhere else, that’s a YOU issue. And a ME issue because I actually do. Idgaf :)
Please know half the time I’m crying laughing while writing these blogs. I told ALL my friends that it was Slutty Smurf season; they shall govern themselves accordingly.
That just means be fluid in who you are. If you like to grind on people who are ok with that, do it. A little mid-day sex? GET YOURS tf. We’re grown. Stop worrying about people; they need to worry about themselves. Nobody is perfect. We have full authority over our bodies and ourselves.
I will pause & say this, this isn’t an invitation to give out magic conch shell or peen like Skittles. If you like to mess around, you will find out.
It makes me sad that all my friends are afraid to date. I’m not feeling it either, trust me. “Hey, Light skin.” I’ll send dude to Alcatraz. I was on TikTok for all of 12 days. Men were already in my inbox like, “Hey beautiful, u single?” Child, delete. Goodness. I can’t stand social media for that. People are still on there arguing, but at an insane level now. Just tired of all the relationship advice that leaves me feeling worse. I deleted my account completely and went on my way.
the audacity is real
TikTok felt like everyone in the world was in one room. Men & women have been so disappointing this year. Super aggressive & self-centered. I called down to a NYPD precinct to ask a question. I was not in the greatest space, which is why I called down there to begin with. This guy answers, I tell him what I need & this person says “It sounds like you need a little R&R at the hospital.” He then tells me to do things we already did. I said excuse me “sir” what did you say? Well per usual overly aggressive fashion in the sign of overinflated ego, he started foaming at the mouth like a Chihuahua. He offered to transfer me, but refused to, just kept yelling saying I was arguing? I had question marks over my head. Bruh, I was sitting on my bed like wth is going on with people. Man, he hung up on me. I went from bed to car & hightailed it up the stairs. A man was walking in with me as we got to the entrance, I asked him what was he in for lol. I started laughing immediately when he told me, he asked me the same. I shared with him what happened. His eyes were like Girl. Girl?
Chihuahua got up and got to yapping. This is so common and it’s disgusting behavior that would’ve had myself and/or my coworkers calling the penthouse suite. That’s upper management. They would’ve rode him like a pack mule. Aggression, lying, avoidant behavior (ghosting), being easily offended, crashing out, getting violent, substance abuse- that’s a whole pandemic. Nothing surprises me anymore, but who tf did you think you were talking to. I did, ride him like a pack mule. Per internal management. Tf.
That’s why I keep saying to people, check this behavior. It’s not about a gun fight. Not everything even goes that way. All that is is an intimidation tactic of a fragile ego, clock it and have it removed.
He was talking about he didn’t have to say sorry to me because this was HIS HOUSE. Ah, there it is playa playa. Correction “sir” this is the taxpayers HOUSE. We don’t let emotionally or verbally abusers in OUR house. I asked him if he paid rent to live there. He declined to answer. Good.
why me though
I had a reading with my dude, Padrino. I love him and miss him so much. He told me that I was spiritual candy. I looked at him like, oh no, no, no, no. He said yes, yes, yes. He spilled MAJOR tea. Even I was like, wow. First, I was meant to be a gypsy, not tied to one place. That hit heavy because I was looking into dual citizenship in Mexico or anywhere not here. Next, he said I lived many lifetimes before, and I was with the same people who are in this one. I didn’t ask about that. My kids are my world; I knew he meant them. He told me I had a husband or would have a husband. I told him I had one, NEXT. He said that I should be very intentional with who I’m around; people are infatuated with me, and they will leech on my energy for their gain. I said that happened already, so I’m good! Not too long ago, I found out people thought all I was-me, AJ-was a pretty face. I’m looking in the mirror & I’m not seeing wth people are talking about. I was told that’s all men want from me. Oh, ok, so five men proposed to me and tried to marry me but that’s the reason. Please go talk to them because that sounds like they need to be spoken to. I have zero engagement rings in my possession. I like to give them back when the answer is no. Or HELL NO, if you will.
Finally, he said my father and mother are behind me. No, for real, I looked behind me. I didn’t see anything. This was the first time I heard that after my mother’s death. Later, the people who attended reviewed the video footage. You could see two rays of light moving from the back of the room, coming directly to me. I rewatched that footage 100x. I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t believe I missed it.
It’s gettin’ hot in here
The news right now tells a story of the Book of Revelation. Karma is sweeping the block. Y’all better cut it out before The Messiah pulls up. Christa Pike slept through her what? Oh, say less.
She’s been protected for a reason, more than likely she is a victim of child abuse. The two people she went after would be here today if the United States centered people as much as it does profit. Blame them & remove them, immediately.
The Pledge of Allegiance was amended when President Dwight D. Eisenhower signed into law the addition of “under God” in 1954: “One Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
Staten Island Family
The only story I will acknowledge is Pete Davidson (SI gang gang!!!) stating that his career mattered less after becoming a dad. 32 years old, born Nov. 16, 1993? I had no idea he was a damn Scorpio too! IKTR!!! I just told some Gen Z friends that they need to retire by 32 years old. Entrepreneurship & a free-moving second income? Oh yeah. Y’all got this.
GENERATION Z LET’S GOOOOOO!!! Please show Gen X how it’s done. They think they need to be a multi-millionaire to retire. Incorrect. Absolutely incorrect. Stop worrying about bills. Watch how your life changes. I touched on so much of this in this space. Dream Big & put in the work ETHICALLY.
Unethical b-words? You’re not included. See you in 90 years. Or not. That’s a very long prison sentence, imo, of course. I cannot stand corrupt people who act like they’re down with the collective. We can see you, but we’re not looking anymore.
NYPD, EMS, FDNY-it was litty in the city. How are all of them so cool, but on the nursing side I have to deal with these mother b-words? Tf. Hateful ho-oh no, my bad lol. My bad. Not my bad, but you know what I’m saying. They like to get knuck for no reason; just call me buck because I used to eat them alive on my shift & spit them out because yuck. Morning shift, the horrific shift as well-nope, not I. Working around administrators? I would’ve been fired within 2 hours of my shift. Turn up team all day. I still want a lab coat with my name on it LOL. IDC.
Lord why are we like this?
I miss science lab with the goggles. It felt like Harry Potter in there. Someone stuck their lead-point pencil in the electrical outlet in lab one day. She instantly had a puff of smoke around her. I was laughing so hard that I sat shaking in my chair, trying so hard not to let sound escape from my lips. Unfortunately, that ended the minute I saw the student’s bewildered look. I started spit laughing. This is one thing about me: keeping laughter in is not my strongest attribute (my smile is lol). This is why my daughter & I couldn’t or shouldn’t be in the same room or car or at an event together. She inherited this trait from me & her father. It was inevitable. She always sets me off because she goes straight into spit laughing, or she turns her head in the other direction, which doesn’t help either. When Toys “R” Us existed, we would run straight to the hula hoops, do that for a minute, then ride bikes. My son is identical in that way. I race him to the swings, swinging way higher than anyone on this planet (competition accepted). The issue is I get so high that I’m surprised I haven’t flipped around. There will be no swings in my future if that ever happens. I don’t like that tummy feeling that comes with heights. Free Fall at Great Adventure? I went with a cousin that I adore; he is LIT AF. This dude put quarters on his knees after we locked into our safety belts. He said, “Watch them float.” I declined. I was trying to remain conscious because just the height alone had me SHOOKETH. Now he’s about that life. He was excited & I closed my eyes, praying to Go-free fall is what happened. It felt like my soul was suspended midair. As soon as we were off the ride? I started swinging on him. I chased him down in that park until he ran out of breath. I wanted to put him in a chokehold, but at 6 feet tall, there was no way I could & there was nothing to stand on.
Count your days, cousin!!! I owe you a lil two-piece, friend!! Lol.
sending love to my living legends
Happy Libra season. I love this season more than my own. Libras are the best humans in this universe. My 26th anniversary in healthcare is coming up & will mark one month away from my birthday. My granddaddy & aunt are celebrating birthdays this month. It’s such a lovely season.
I’m still here, writing diaries for the public. I pray life gets lighter, more fluid & feels like the warmest hug you’ve ever received.
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