Bored Out Of My Skull....

Sorry everyone, this has been a boring weekend so far for me. Nothing new, nothing special. I miss the boyfriend guys.

Let's see Friday, I went to work. Nothing funny or interesting happened. Mouth was still hurting from the extraction so I was a tad grumpy because I left my medicine at home and I was too lazy to walk back to get it.

I hung out with the little cutie I met leaving the dentist Thursday but I think I scare him. I'm a little too blunt for him I guess. We went to get something to eat and I came home-alone. Me and the cat watched The History Channel until I went to sleep.

Saturday I was so bored, I went to the local thrift store to sort clothing as a sort of "community service" outing with my job. Yes. Tenacious was soo bored I rolled out the bed to do some community service. Came home, washed a badly needed load of laundry, vacuumed, dusted, and mopped. Watched a little TV. Got psychoanalyzed by my best friend (I have unresolved relationship issues. I am scared of commitment yada yada yada). Surfed the web. Reread all the archives in my Daily Blogs. I was just listless yall. It was raining most of the day so I wasn't comfortable taking the car out because I was scared I would crash or something. VA already has bad drivers; we don't need one more on the road.

Cutie called (Ima really need to start creating alias) and being that he could drive and I needed groceries and I was thriving for attention because the cat was not feeling my suffocating affection, I sweet-talked him into coming over in the rain from DC to VA to drive me around. He drove me to the store and Hollywood Videos and as repayment; I fried some chicken and made some rice. I am happy to report no one was poisoned in my attempts to cook. He brought over some drank. I partook in the Vodka and Cranberry. He got drunk and passed out on the couch. I watched Sin City (I <3 that movie) and around 4 am, he woke up and left. He's a really nice guy but like I said, I think I scare him with my forwardness. A little too jumpy for my taste but he do look like T.I. with an extra 25 pounds. *sigh* I miss my boyfriend yall. I couldn't get drunk how I wanted to because usually my boyfriend would "take advantage of me" and we would have great alcohol induced sex.

Sunday, I cleaned (again). I ventured out in the car and drove around for a little bit. Attempted to park (I am a bad parker) taking up two spaces in the process. After playing around for 15 minutes trying to park correctly, I said "F*ck It" and left the sh*t where it was. I tried to get a gentleman to park it for me correctly but he was looking at me like I was nuts so someone will be mad at me for taking up two damn spots. Maybe I'll get cutie to fix it for me.

Funny thing was I kinda hit the bumper of someone's car. A little tap of course. No damages to mine or the other car. But my dumb ass panicked and called my father to see if I should leave a note. Clueless style. Remember when she side swiped someone's car while attempting to pass her driver's test and she was like, "Ooh, should I leave a note?"

Classic line. Classic "ROFL".

So I'm worried because I'm like well I bumped this car and it's not like I could blame someone else because looking at the crappy parking job I've just done, the person just will know it's me and I just tapped the car but it seemed loud as hell in the underground parking garage and of course no witness, no cameras but I would be pissed if someone did it to me. So I call my dad for some advice. My dad, the deacon. My dad, “Mr. Sugar doesn’t melt in my mouth because I'm so "saved" now". I didn't want to alarm my boyfriend partly because I knew he would "freak" about his "baby". So I called my dad after scrutinizing the cars for the 10th time making sure there are no Blue paint specks on my car and no Black specks on the other car. I started to run to get the digital camera to take some pictures but I realized the batteries are still charging. My dad had just got out of church, mind you, when I called so he's on his "Praise The Lawd, When Am I Going To Get Saved And Embrace, Hell Go, To Church" Rant because the sermon was so good and the preacher really "prached". So I call in my usual dramatic fashion:

Me: Daddy, I hit a car. There's not a driver but should I leave a note? The Rules of the Road book says I should leave a note if I hit an unattended vehicle (yeah I bust out an old copy from the glove compartment). Does this classify as a hit and run if I just well hit and run?

Father: [My full real first name], what are you talking about? Whose car did you hit? What are the damages? *pause* Who the hell hits a parked car?

Me: [explains the situation]. There are not any damages to the vehicle. I just tapped it a bit when I was trying to get in the space. I think I'm going to leave a note.

Father: Child is you stuck on stupid? Sh*t if no one saw it, keep it moving. You said no damages right? Right? [I confirm]. But in the mean time, leave driving alone. And you wonder why I won't buy you a car.

^^^How's that for a "saved" Christian? But I followed his advice and left it alone. I mean I literally tapped the bumper so no worries right?

**sigh**

I seriously need to get some business. I might just have to drag my black ass out by myself tonight.