RIP Brother

-Wedding, Summer of 2002

"Alexis is like Finian -- one of those magical people who are never, in real life, expected to appear. But when they do, it is invariably in an out-of-the-way place and in a slightly disreputable way, like a circus company clanging into view ..."
LIFE magazine, 1969

I 1st met Brother Alexis when I was assigned to him as work study during the '00-'01 school year, and in the beginning it was rough...really really rough. I would receive atleast 6 pages a day and they were all "emergencies". But he definitely grew on me and became family. He always left "goodies" (" Erie, I saved some goodies for you by the door. It's a german chocolate cake. Save it for your night time snack!")for me and even my "grandmawmaw". There are so many stories to share, but one particular story I always share with my friends is his conversations with my grandmother...rather, lack of conversation. My grandmother speaks little English, but she would pick up the phone when she was alone at the house , just incase my mom or aunts called. Well, the times Brother would call and ask for me, my grandmother would respond " No Eritria" and hang up. Here's a reenactment of Brother sharing his experience:

Bro: [horrified] Erie (or "Eerie" as he often called me) I spoke to your grandmawmaw and she just hung up on me!

Me: [chuckling] Really, Bro?

Bro: Yeah, she shouted 'No, Eritria' and BAM- she slammed the phone.Why do you guys let her pick up the phone?!? Bam! 'No Eritria'!

Despite my grandmother's lack of phone etiquette , it never stopped brother from sending her sugar-free lemon cake (she was diabetic)


I last spoke to him on March and just knew I'd see him again. I feel so sooo lucky to have met such a special man. I will never meet anyone like Brother and words can not express his impact on my life. Love you, Bro.

here's an article on the "mad monk":
http://www.nola.com/entertainment/t-p/index.ssf?/base/living-6/1156570811256510.xml&coll=1

im inlove

ain't it beautiful? i've never heard a bag talk, but this bag whispers things to me and, boy, are they dirty. its a lil over $2,000 and apparently my boyfriend isn't convinced im worthy of this bag...or my mother... or even that crazy bum around the corner who claims he owns a castle in southeast-southeast, DC (yeah, hence why he's referred to as the "crazy bum").

it sucks to be broke. donations?

alicia keys: "you don't know my vagina, er, name"

so apparently, alica keys made her bf wait 1 year until she had sex, saying "I made him wait a year because my body is too beautiful to be violated by someone who doesn't deserve it"


this sounds a bit naive, but hey, whatever. but yo, she's constantly travelling and im sure she doesn't really see him much, so when you think about it, its not such an accomplishment. i mean i could easily do that if my boyfriend was really ugly , or had a really small penis, or smelled...or even if he shopped at old navy [shivers]

but then again, why would i date anyone like that?
[crowd shouts "great personality!"]


oh right, that.