Just Another Thursday...

Only 6 more days until my birthday! 6 days until my boyfriend comes home.

Work today was pretty uneventful. I felt sluggish today which I think came from the weed I smoked last night. That weed got me so loose and relaxed. Better than a massage in my opinion. Had my mind all clear. Although I tend to shy away from weed because I get so silly when I’m high and besides weed is a drug. I try not to indulge in such vices as drugs. I mean I’m already a few shots away from being an alcoholic and my arteries are probably blocked like the Beltway at rush hour so I don’t need to add drugs to my list.

I have been working out more. I guess boredom is a motivation. I’ve been hitting up the gym and while I have not lost any weight or any inches from the tummy, I feel fit. Now if only they didn’t tempt me with the Starbucks and Subway across the street. Maybe I would actually lose something if I didn’t feel the need to always stop and get something to eat after I’ve finished working out. Thus defeating the purpose of working out. One of these days Ima get it together. At least I’m not eating Doritos while working out anymore.

I feel fat and bloated. *sigh* As usual this month, I curse being a woman. But praise the lord that yet another month I have skated by with the “pull out” method. Hey condoms are expensive. Gotta save those you know! I miss the school days when you got them for free. Hell every time I went to the doctor they used to slide me some condoms. Since it was free and most of the time I needed a fake doctor’s note due to last night’s drinking, I stayed in the school’s clinic. It was a damn good one at that. Never mind that half the time my prescription was just for the generic Robitussin or I was getting a refill on my birth control pills, condoms were always slid in the bag on the low. Like how shoe salesman tries to slide that shoe cleaner on over with your purchase. Plus we were allowed a pack of 12 every 2 weeks from the canteen in the Union. My best friend and I took advantage of that as well. We even had a drawer of condoms. A drawer full of condoms. We were like the health specialist. Passing them out to the (white) girls every weekend before they went out. I mean hey if you’re going to have drunk sex with some guy you’re probably never going to see again might as well be safe.

Nowadays a pack of three is going to run you about $4. What the hell am I going to do with 3 condoms? That ain’t lasting more than 2 days. Hell the day! And that’s just the Lifestyles and Trojans. Magnums (you know the one with the gold wrapper. Dudes be fronting on the Magnum tip. Condoms should not be hanging off the wee-wee. Gotta put a rubber band around it so it can stay on is not a good sign) will cost you a little more. It’s cool if you can’t fit a Magnum. As long as you can fit into someone’s condom, it’s all good with me. Even though the appearance of the gold wrapper makes me arch an eyebrow and sit up a little more. *lol*

Even though the Lord is kinda wrong for making sex feel so much better without a condom. It’s a cruel joke that all these diseases out here forces you to wear one and have to bust out a medical history checklist when you do meet someone new. It took the boyfriend a year and three HIV testing before he could even come near Ms. Kitty without Mr. Condom. Who knows what he has been dipping into before me? We got tested together and everything. We still get tested every six months. Hell he went on Spring Break with his frat brothers before. What happens in Cancun stays in Cancun.

^^^Yeah aiight. I’ll be on the Channel 7 news. Woman Stabs Boyfriend In Eye. Details at 7.

I do not understand why people continue to put their health at risk. Sure I eat fatty foods and drink but I can’t pass that on to someone. But an STD? How nasty. It’s like some people like to brag on the number of times they have had unprotected sex. Like it’s a game and someone should be taking score.

I’m eating lunch and two women were just bragging on the number of times they have had sex without a condom. Like “every time” is a good number. One woman even said that if her partner does not put one on, it’s no biggie because he “looks” clean. If they look a little “rough” some times she opens her mouth. It’s disgusting when men try to worm their way out of wearing a condom with lame lines such as, “I’m clean”, “Condoms feel too tight”, “I can’t perform with one”, or “I’ll just pull out” but to hear sick lines from a woman? And we are more susceptible to catching a disease? I just shot them a disgusted look and shook my head. I mean, just eww. I know I shouldn’t look at everyone as possibly “diseased” but hey that’s how you almost have to be nowadays. AIDS doesn’t discriminate.

I may be a flirt but my health is more important to me than a pretty face and a nice smile. I don’t even like shaking hands. Hell I hate sweat. In fact, I hate when strangers touch my bare skin. Whether it’s an arm, hand, leg, or back **shudder** I need a shower afterwards.

**Now Back To Tenacious Usual Ramblings. Just had to get that off right quick**

So I’m sunning on my patio. Why I don’t know. I’m already tanned…deeply tanned *lol* Plus I think there is a little “white” lurking somewhere in the blood. I love the sun. I’m always out in the sunlight trying to get darker or something. Maybe it’s a Chocolate Complex or something. Like I’m scared I’m going to get “light” or something. *lol* It was just a nice day and besides my feet are still about 3 shades lighter than most of my body. That irks the hell out of me! I hate seeing your feet lighter than the rest of you body (among other things about your feet). Chocolate as hell with Vanilla feet. So I’m mainly outside to give my feet some well needed sunlight. Then I spots Peeping Tom on his balcony. Smoking a cigarette. Now I just had on a bikini top and some shorts. This fool spots me and waves. Looking disappointed because he’s not seeing my naked ass like the last time (see my earlier posting for full story). Rather than engage in conversation, I just turned my chair and turned up my shuffle. I was not trying to talk to him! He’s already got a peek at the chocolate so he better consider himself lucky.
CUTIE called. We talked. He’s all like, “I know you’re going to play me to the left when your man comes back in town. I mean now I’m just a companion, I’m Driving Ms. Tenacious, so when he comes back I know you’re going to be ignoring my calls. It’s all good though. You still cool.”

I’m insulted. Yes insulted. That’s not even my steelo. I don’t play people to the left. Sure my man is coming back and yeah he’ll be my main source of entertainment but hell he ain’t my only source! I won’t have unrestricted free time because he worries abut me when I’m out driving (hell I’m worried about me when I’m out driving) but I’ll still head Up Town to chill. It’ll just be no leaving out at like 10 pm to go get something to eat or just to ride around. The boyfriend ain’t that jealous. His thing is no physical/sexual contact, I have to pay for all my things, no being in “intimate” settings, and of course I can’t be out all night with the opposite sex (Unless it’s my two male best friends from Chicago or dude is gay). I respect and honor that. Ok sometimes I let the guy pay but that’s only after a tug-of-war over the check. I don’t mind paying for my own food considering I eat a lot. Besides that irks the hell outta my boyfriend.

Tomorrow is Friday. I wonder what I will be getting into. What I need to get into is the laundry and my beautician’s chair before I do anything. The kitchen is super dirty if you know what I mean. I need a relaxer in the worst way. Got an afro forming around the hair line. Like I said, you know your head is starting to look bad when even the white people stare at it like, “Is she gonna get that done or what?”

Another 80 degree day tomorrow in DC. If only the granny panties and dark bottoms weren’t in my immediate future for the next few days….