The Eleventh Day…

a pic of my boo…I stepped to the side so he could shine…

…a daydream you have often

Okay, be prepared to side eye me…

I have a full on, grown up, daydream that wears heels and thongs and walks with an attitude. My daydream could be a short story…

It starts with Laz Alonso. In my daydream, he’s my man. He brings me to all of his events…this time, I’m dragging HIM along, See, Oprah’s interviewing me on “Oprah’s Next Chapter” and she wants to know all about me and my books.

We sit on her couch, hold hands and he tells Oprah how I support him and make him feel like no woman ever has…and Oprah tells us the same thing she told Beyonce and J-Hud! “Don’t tell everyone your business…” and we promise to remain private. Oprah wants to know how I lost weight after the wedding and I just tell her, “All that good lovin’ Laz be putting down…worked it RIGHT on off”…even though…he wants me to gain some weight. He liked me better before. So we tell Oprah we won’t let nobody come between us and we’ll stay out of the spotlight.

…but, it doesn’t matter because everywhere Laz goes he waves into the camera and says hi to his “mami”…that is, when I’m not beside him, wowing the crowd. Folks saying, “That’s Kween…the author…her books are BANANAS!!”

The paps and press are yelling to get photo ops for both of us! “LAZ! LAZ!” “KWEEN, OVER HERE…KWEEN!!” and I pause. They click and BOOM, we’re off to an event.

When we’re not show-stopping, we’re home or on a vacation. We love to travel. Every other trip is one of our own. Last trip, Laz chose…this trip, I choose. We end up in Bora Bora and have a bungalow on the water. We do water activities and hike during the day…blow each others…minds at night. lol

We have a few homes. We live in L.A. mostly for his shows and movies. We have one in upper Westchester which is near my family and we have one in Miami…we’re thinking of buying a chateau in France. I love France.

This winter, we’re visiting my girl Joy and her husband, Jesse. They invited us over to celebrate the birth of their new baby girl. She’s gorgeous…looks just like me. hahaaa! We’re waiting for Maria and her man to bring they ass…always late, them two. If only they’d stop pulling over and getting it in they could make it some damn where on time.

My main home in L.A. is gorgeous…it overlooks Malibu Beach.  We have an infinity pool, a huge vegetable garden, fruit trees, tennis and basketball courts and a huge gourmet kitchen. Our bedroom is amazing and has two huge closets…his and hers. The bathroom is like another bedroom, but with a bathtub and shower.

Everything is beautiful here and I couldn’t be happier…except for the few times of year one of my exes hits me up wanting to know “How I’m durn…”


sitting here with one foot polished…black this time. watching unreal reality. looking through glasses with scratched lenses…can barely see, but enough for it not to be blurry. two IM’s open…one active. an empty bowl where once banana pudding sat. light on. warm enough to keep the chills off. *i’m a little thirsty…or perhaps just a Pepsi addict* my mind is in several places at once. it’s in dc {how’s my little sister?} it’s in Alabama {how’s my brain share and the kids} ~wish i could see “PP”~ it’s in the imaginary home i want…one with a beautiful view of something viewable, a big fireplace made of neutral brick, a sunken living space, a raised bed area, a huge tub w/a pane-less garden window peering over something liquid and still. a gourmet kitchen (you didn’t think the kween that burns wouldn’t need a royal kitchen to burn in, would you?), a vast library of old and archaic dictionaries, thesauruses and encyclopedias, mythology, history, and science, a garden with herbs, flowers and vegetables, and a full laundry area where you can wash, dry, iron, fold and watch tv while doing it 🙂

…i also wouldn’t mind visiting some place like vegas, or paris, or bora bora…just so long as the company is SO good that we could be in a wack ass park in the ghetto and it would transform into a bench on the Seine.

i’m about to polish my other foot, watch another episode of the unreal reality *pushes up glasses* close out the IM’s that are now BOTH inactive. get some Pepsi and write/edit this book that is thisclose to being finished. thank God for the humble home i DO have and go say hi to moms…well, after i call grandma and tell her i love her.

what? i blogged…