This event actually happened on Thursday, but I haven’t had a chance to get on to post about it. Ok, this story is about MW. MW is a co-worker of mine. Before I go into the story, I will give you a little background on MW. She is a 27-year-old caucasian female. She moved to Ohio from Abilene, TX. She is currently working on her masters. To be blunt, she is VERY naive. I am at times amazed by some of the stuff that she says.
There was a group of 7 of us working downstairs on the day this event occurred. We were talking; just having random conversations. Somehow the topic of hemorrhoids was brought up. As we’re talking, MW turns around and says, “I thought hemorrhoids was a sexually transmitted disease.” The room became deathly quiet. We were waiting to see if she was joking. I think deep within, we all knew she wasn’t joking. RF turned around and shouted, “Damn MW, what do you know?” I was floored. MW then says that she had health class, but did not learn that in health class. She asked how would she know what it was if she had never had one. I tell you, I have never seen someone so out of it. We have been trying to educate her on some things. I can see now this will be a long, painful process.
My baby left for DC today. She went down for the inauguration. I couldn’t go because I have math class on Tuesday, and they won’t be back until late Tuesday night. When it comes to math, I need all the class time I can get. 
I asked her to make sure that she gets a newspaper every day that she’s there, and to make sure that she takes lots of pictures. I know the atmosphere is going to be electric down there! I pray that everything goes off peacefully, and that people aren’t out there acting crazy.
I went to Best Buy to use the $15 gift certificate that I had. I bought 2 dvd’s. They had The Great Debaters for $7.50, so I picked that up. I also bought A Raisin In The Sun.
After I left Best Buy, I decided I would go over to the mall to see if the sales were any good. I passed by B. Dalton bookstore, and it turns out they’re going out of business. I went in with the hope that I would rack up on some good books. I love a good bookstore. Well, I came a little too late. Today was the last day of the sale. The store closes at 10 tonight. 
I was able to find The Soloist for my baby. I will read it when she’s done.
can't wait to read the book, then see the movie.
I also picked up a journal for myself. It’s called a Frindle Journal. The journal is named after a book. I bought it because I liked the cover. I can’t find a pic of the journal online, but here is a pic of the book, which is the same as the journal without all the words.
I bought one other book, and that one is for the both of us. Every time I go into a bookstore I look for black lesbian literature. I am always looking for the female E. Lynn Harris. She has to be out there dammit. All I ever find are books about gay men. So, when I saw this book at B. Dalton, I was very excited.
This is the write-up on the back of the book:
ou’ve heard about it, you’ve read about it, most of us have been through it, the various stages of lesbian love. It starts with the lingering looks across the room at an interesting stranger, romantic e-mails, flowers, and wearing leather on your first date. Then once you have her, stage two kicks off with all night sex sessions that leave you sore but still wanting more. Soon you don’t even want to leave the house for months, and some of your friends even forget your name. Then, if you’re lucky, the third stage comes around and you’ve settled into the comfy couch of your relationship. Come join Nghosi Books down memory lane or take this journey for the very first time as we introduce you to ultimate pleasure in our New Voices Series of longing, lust, and love!
Well, I am going to read a few pages, then I am going to bed. I have been up since 4:30 this morning. I will catch up with everyone’s blog tomorrow.
Good night.
