Cooking and Clean'ting ~ Madea

I just finished cleaning. It's not even my kitchen. And I've only known this guy for a week and a day. We've been practically inseparable since seeing Jesus Christ Superstar...I mean, The Passion of the Christ last Friday. He wept.

Could this be love at first sight?

All day today I have recanted the following conversation...on repeat:

WHITNEY HOUSTON
My business is sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll. You know? I mean, my friends, we have a good time. But as you get older, you get wiser. You know? You stop a lot of the kid stuff. I had no time to grow up, had no time to party. I didn't even date in my, date in my 20s. It was rough. It was rough. I think I kind of reverted back as I got older. And I said, well I'm just gonna party, you know? It was kind of a rebel in me, you know?

DIANE SAWYER
(Off Camera) Did you think how dangerous it was?

WHITNEY HOUSTON
No. I wasn't, I wasn't like shooting heroin or anything.

DIANE SAWYER
(Off Camera) This says $730,000 drug habit. This is a headline.

WHITNEY HOUSTON
Come on, 730? I wish. No. I wish that was making that money off of me, you could share it with me. No, no way. I want to see the receipts. From the drug dealer that I bought $730,000 worth of drugs from. I want to see the receipts.

DIANE SAWYER
(Off Camera) Is it alcohol? Is it marijuana? Is it cocaine? Is it pills?

WHITNEY HOUSTON
It has been. At times.

DIANE SAWYER
(Off Camera) All?

WHITNEY HOUSTON
At times.

DIANE SAWYER
(Off Camera) If you had to name the devil for you, the biggest devil among them?

WHITNEY HOUSTON
That would be me. It's my deciding, it's my heart, it's what I want. And what I don't want. Nobody makes me do anything I don't want to do. It's my decision. So the biggest devil is me. I'm either my best friend or my worst enemy. And that's how I have to deal with it.

DIANE SAWYER
(Off Camera) Do you think of yourself as an addict?

WHITNEY HOUSTON
I am addicted to a few things.

DIANE SAWYER
(Off Camera) Like?

WHITNEY HOUSTON
Making love. I don't like to think of myself addicted. I like to think of, I had a bad habit, which can be broken.

And on that note, Whits entered rehab today. How prayer changes things...

Hi, is Chris Rock available?

What if your new cell phone had a celebrity's old number!? Laura's did. Hilarious!?

And another one...

Someone2Remember has shown me another "6 degrees of seperation" Friendster-esque site, but specifically for gay folk...

Downelink

Umma try this one mo' time...and can we get some marketing on the East coast!?

Question?

1. If a close friend moved away a year ago, does that friend's local dates (dates = pieces, homie lover friends, cut buddies...not past relationship material) become equal opportunity again?

2. If so, is one year a long enough wait before any crimes of the heart should be committed?

3. What should be said to the close friend if one is simply contemplating such an endeavor?

4. Should one discontinue any and all flirty glances with said "date," no matter who initiates?

5. Should one remove oneself from the vicinity of the dancefloor if said "date" begins to gyrate within one's periphery?

6. Is it just plain old TIRED that one is even considering such a dilemma?

Hmph...

New find: CARGO magazine

Spring has sprung!!!

The weather in Atlanta has been the best EVER!!! I have always been the type of person that allows the weather and/or the seasons to affect my psyche.

Sunny, warm day = Happiness! Rainy, cold day = Don't talk to me!

In the spirit of elation, I reconnected with Ol' Piece. We had been talking off and on since the email spat. I was comfortable with us both moving on...but there is still this undeniable attraction. I'm not sure what it is. Or do I?

I'm man enough to own up to the fact that a lot of the hostilities are my own doing. I could handle disagreements differently. I could take a softer, more Ghandi-like approach...but in haste, I tend to try my hardest to cut and slice. And that's a side of me that I never knew existed. Is this a repercussion of the incident(s) (11-19-03) with TheEx?! Am I forever wounded? Will I always labor this baggage?

I feel like this is a tango that we both are dancing for our own dark hidden reasons. And I'm not sure if I am ready for the music to stop.