This post brought to you by the color green and the letter T

So, I got my letter from Jarrod, who got his letter from Jameil, who got her letter from one of her friends, who I'm sure got their letter from one of their friends and the cycle goes on and on and on and on....

Get at me if you wanna get a letter.

And now, ten things that start with the letter T:

*Tacos - The perfect food for a party. Taco parties are the bomb and, I believe, should be held as often as possible. Think about it: you've got friends, you've got music (or an activity) and you've got tacos. Who could ask for anything more? Not me.

*Troop - Remember them? "All I do is think of you/day and night/that's all I do/I can't get you off my mind/think about you all the time/all the time" My sister had their poster plastered on a wall in the room we shared when I was younger. They had some hits. I wonder where they are now.

*Tahitian Treat - One of my vices in high school. For my HU heads, this stuff is like the Gourmet Services Crack Punch from Caldwell Cafes. When I was in Detroit this summer, I'd get one every so often, just to get a sugar rush. Sure, I was bouncing off the walls for the rest of the day, but it was worth it. It always bothered me because they hardly had it anywhere in the south. So, whenever I see Tahitian Treat now, it reminds me of high school and home.

*Tantilizing T - The nickname given to me by one Mark Stringfellow during the last production night at the New York Times Student Journalism Institute Class of 2003. We'd all come back to the newsroom after the banquet to put the finishing touches on the paper. It was getting late and I'd already laid out the double truck bio page at least 5 times (each time it kept getting lost). Everyone was tired. Then, the printer malfunctioned. So we had to cut and paste huge pieces of paper on the walls and do our markups from there. But Mark and Akeya remained positive, and gave everyone nicknames as they cut tape to paste the pages together. For some reason, Mark felt I should be Tantilizing T. To this day, I have absolutely no idea why because I stayed with the Buford ponytail, some jeans and a graphic tee on. Ah well. When you got it honest, I guess you got it.

*Thick - So, I don't have a black girl booty. And finally, I'm okay with that. I never had it and I honestly don't think I ever will. For some reason, I used to think that since I had big hips, that made up for it. It doesn't. But that's cool. I still look good. Though I do sometimes have a bit of booty-envy.

*Thugs - Don't go to college. Nor do they have bank accounts. At my alma mater, young men sold weed from their dorm rooms and got buck if you talked about their hood. They'd talk their "gangsta" talk to all the chickenheads who didn't have enough sense to know these boys weren't talking about nothing. I'd watch them spit game on the steps of Ogden Circle and laugh, thinking if these cats were actually put in the hood, they'd probably wet their pants. They'd get laughed off the block. You can't be a gangsta taking Macroeconomics at 10 a.m.

*Toilet - To me, a toilet is a toilet is a toilet, no matter where it may be. I didn't (and still don't) care if I was at school, work, home, a friend's house or at the mall, if I gotta go, I gotta go. I figure if it's the comfort of my stomach versus the comfort of your nose, my tummy wins hands down every time. I do my business quickly and quietly and get gone so no one sees me. But if they do, I'll just smile at them as I wash my hands. And I always do courtesy flushes.

*Tomfoolery - I'm up for it. Any time, any day, any place, with anybody. It keeps me motivated.

*Towels - I always have clean ones for guests, unlike someone I know.

*Travel - I just got my passport, so I'll be doing a lot more of this in the future. I've always wanted to do it, and I have, to some extent. So far, I've been to New York, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, Maryland, D.C., Virginia, North Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisiana, California, Ohio and, of course, Michigan. I've also been to Canada, but as far as foreign countries go, that hardly counts. My sister, Russatta, travels all of the time to cool places like Thailand. She's going to Africa this summer. I gotta get some stamps on my passport, man. I'll probably start with Canada, though.