I Need A Nap....

I had a rough night folks.

A very rough night so chances are I’m about to be grumpy today.

Tuesday, I had an f*cking great day. One of the best days in a long time. I relaxed *lol like I do that all the time* and really let myself go. Later I went shopping. Yes I know, I’m a whore to the Mall.

I was a little teed at first because my curse and obsession, my computer, was doing little weird things so it had to go in the shop for a day due to the fact that Gateway is no f*cking help whatsoever and since I’m not a computer geek, I couldn’t exactly tell him in tech-terms what the f*ck was wrong with it. Sh*t it kept booting up on its own **creepy computer time**, gibberish would sprout up and then it would click off. And finally it just wouldn’t turn on at all. Turns out to be a glitch somewhere in the computer. The guy tried to explain it but I guess he could tell by my bored expression that I could give an f*ck less, just hand over my baby. You know I just about died without my computer right? And *sigh* the library has gotten so strict, who knew I couldn’t look at porn at the library? Sheesh at least I’m doing something constructive *lol* Me without internet? Are you f*cking serious? And it’s only so much my phone could explore so a b*tch had some catching up to do.

I went shopping. Didn’t really need to but I bought a slamming red bag which I heart to death and will wear it with everything if I could get away with it. I also received a fabulous orange bag courtesy of the boyfriend…err fiancé my badd still new to me…that matches an orange dress *I know usually not my color, bright ass colors look odd on me, but I loved the cut of the dress and couldn’t resist and gasp I look nice in orange…well at least in this dress* I just bought exactly. He thought of me and the orgasm I nearly had in the dressing room when I tried the dress on, and bought it. Isn’t that sweet? And who says men doesn’t pay attention?

And some great jeans. Make my ass look like Buffie the Body….well at least in the fitting room it did.

Had a well rested sleep and got up Wednesday ready to take chances, make mistakes and get messy *Ok so I’ve been watching the Magic School Bus as well…so sue me…*

Got dolled up to go to a going away party for a co-worker whose starting a fabulous life in New York. Well she’s going to graduate school in upstate New York but I wish her well. She’s extremely intelligent and plan on focusing her studies into research for helping with the AIDS epidemic in Africa. Pretty deep stuff.

And Wednesday was a monumental day in the life of the oh so vain Tenacious.

I caused my first fender bender.

And no my ass didn’t walk out in traffic on a green light *as I am prone to doing thank god no one has ran my black ass over yet…while I remain obliviously chatting on my cell phone or texting like no tomorrow* but some guy was so captivated by me he slammed into another car.

No one was hurt and neither car was damaged that bad but still…I have to smirk.

Ok and so my obnoxiously short skirt was blown up Marilyn Monroe style by the wind and dude got a peek at my panties….but still…stopping traffic is stopping traffic right?

I felt a little bad because he was cute and after gawking for a second, I went on about my business and I was embarrassed because my skirt blew up but I did have on boy shorts so it’s not like he got a peek of the whole ass but a lot of people saw my skirt blow up and hell he shouldn’t have been gawking anyway.

But still…I stopped traffic *lol*

Had a good laugh about that later on.

So I’m having a good Wednesday even though my computer was being operated on…Until later on.

Of course I get back from the party and since you know I stuffed my face…fell victim to the “itis” and fell asleep. I napped for quite a while. Woke up and I had about 10 texts messages. Half were from LIGHT BRIGHT and the other half was from CUTIE. Now LIGHT BRIGHT didn’t want anything, just random movie quotes that he like to send me for a laugh. CUTIE on the other hand, was desperate to meet up. Of course I had five missed calls from him to correspond with the texts.

Damn a b*tch can’t sleep for three hours peacefully without some sh*t.

Before I could call him back, mainly to lay the smack down, house phone rings. I pick up without looking at the caller id.

It’s the fiancé’s frat brother who I loathe because he is a using piece of trash who only calls when he wants something. And did I mention he’s a user? A person is only as useful to him based on what you can do for him and how can he benefit? Plus he’s a jerk.

Somehow he found out I worked for a hotel and what a coincidence he needs a hotel room in September and lo and behold he wants to use my discount to get a room.

Of course I told him “hell f*cking no.” I don’t f*ck with him at all, nigga ain’t never had one nice thing to say about me, but oh he wants to be buddy buddy because he somehow *did I mention he’s also a ferret for information? Nigga does his research, sh*t probably know your job better than you do…If it benefits him that is* found out I can stay at the hotel he would like to stay at for $49…a night. Hotel sells for at least $399 during the week. Hell of a discount right?

He basically tried to boguard me out of my f*cking discount! Even went as far as thinly veiled threats. Yeah he’s also a little crazy. No one sees that of course but me. Now we’re both two Taurus’s and I think we’re both on the wrong end of the spectrum as far as our zodiac sign…so you know what that meant?

Curse Out City. Of course he passed “F*ck You Nigga” Blvd. on the way.

But I will admit, this nigga is Tenacious. He figures he can’t get me to do it, so why not the fiancé? You know, get me to lean a little bit to see things his way. This meant blowing up my fiancé’s phone. He’s already leery of this brother and it’s a damn shame they’re line brother and he avoids this nigga like he owes him money because he’s hip to this ways *he just doesn’t see the nigga as nuts like I do….he calls him “intense”* so of course when he doesn’t pick up his phone…as the only time he calls is when he needs or want something…the email war began.

From what I jest, he began sending out spiteful emails to folks about us…well namely me…You know it’s not brotherly to call your line brother “suss”…and how “we’re” *me again* bogus as hell and all this foolishness.

Guess what that meant as well….about four or five Kappas calling my crib trying to get me to change my mind…namely to shut his ass up. I’ve noticed folks give in to him namely to shut him the f*ck up, which of course he uses like a crutch but he forgot who the f*ck he’s dealing with.

Several “NOs” down the line of course. He hasn’t given up yet. I wouldn’t be surprised if he forged my signature or something.

So now I’m pissed about that. I don’t make it a habit of looking for “hook ups”. That’s just not my thing. I don’t go into my friends’ jobs and demand they give me their discount. If they do, you know that’s good, good looking out. But I never ask for it. I know they have a way of tracking that sh*t and why should he/she lose their job because of a crappy 15% discount? And granted I don’t mind hooking up my friends at all but not every damn day and damn sure not if you demand that I give you my discount! And it’s different in the tourism industry. Your friends or family go and clown somewhere and best believe either I’ll get fired or lose my f*cking discount! And sh*t I like staying at other properties for the cheap! Why pay 2, 3, 400 dollars when I can pay less than half, hell less than half depending on where I go.

And he’s a diva. He is not going to be snapping at folks at the Front Desk and Monday I get called into the RM’s office.
And besides…I don’t like his ass anyway so that’s a straight hell no.

Sh*t I don’t even want him as a groomsman.

So I’m steamed about that and guess who called…CUTIE.

And he felt the wrath left over as well as the wrath for his ass blowing up my phone. I felt semi-bad cursing him out but sh*t I know he won’t be calling me anymore.

Basically he was calling to tell me he couldn’t get me out of his head. Sweet if I didn’t smell game. Game recognizes game. Boo you have a girlfriend. Please focus your energy on her! Yes I know I’m charming. Yes I know I’m not all “bougie” like “DC Girls” *whatever the hell that means…*. Yes I know I cute. Tell me something I don’t know. And I’m sure you can be a better man than my boyfriend…Yeah the same guy who got his d*ck sucked in the bathroom by some broad at the club. Real charming. Damn I’m surprised chicks ain’t beating down your door after that because I just love a man who has no qualms about sticking his dick down the throat of some female he just met. Exactly what I look for in a man.

Don’t get me wrong. He’s cute and when the conversations don’t drift into the “lewd” category and if I was a different type of girl I would probably be repulsed but he doesn’t have the “IT” factor. He’s a nice guy and all but DC men are too f*cking wimpy for me. Like eager puppies or something. Too quick to agree to any terms and just, well, let an individual like me dog walk all over them. Just talk to them any ol’ way and they just, well, take it. Even the so-called “thuggish” ones. A “fuck you nigga” and “I’ll beat the fuck outta you, you better step off” and the guys are giving me my 10 feet. I guess women don’t talk all that gutter here. Sure I get the “Fuck you bitch..You weren’t cute anyway”…but only after I’m a safe distance away. And what do I do?

Laugh. Hard.

So he was alright until this “baby baby please…” routine of his turned me the f*ck off. Man the f*ck up. Leave that cake sh*t in the bakery where it belongs. Especially if you have someone already.

So I’m restless. Watching TV. Bored out of my skull. My fiancé had to study for his finals so he left me all alone in the house. No internet. With Attack Cat. We rattle around the house like two marbles in a can.

Finally around 2 am, I nod off. But I can’t sleep. Can’t get into a comfortable position. Room is nice and chilly but I feel like I’m burning up. Pillows too lumpy. Too soft. Too hard. And since my knees act up from time to time, I slept with a pillow in between my legs to alleviate the discomfort and even then I was uncomfortable. And just when I feel myself drifting into a deep slumber, the fiancé comes home. Feel like he must have opened every damn cabinet in the f*cking kitchen to get a glass and slammed them shut. Just f*cking rattling around the house.

Was I wrong to scream, “Would you just sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up”?

But he knows me. He knows generally I’m grumpy when I’m alone in the house. I hate sleeping in an empty ass house. I always need someone around in order to sleep. Is that weird? I think so. Even as a kid, I couldn’t sleep without knowing someone is in the house with me. And I sleep the best when someone is in the bed with me. Does that mean I have issues? Dr. T Cas….your analysis please?

So I was grumpy needless to say. Look at the clock, its 5 am.

With him in the bed with me, I managed to get a good slumber going. Had a weird dream. My best friend is going back to Iraq in September and I had the horrible image of her dying and me crying at my wedding because one of my matrons of honor is no longer around.

Since I’ve been overly emotional the past couple of days…yeah yeah I’m turning into a softie I know…I blame the f*cking ring, no I could never be mad at that…I was in near tears the other day when I thought I lost my good luck charm…luckily a jogger found them for me…but I burst into tears.

I called her but she didn’t pick up, I’m assuming she was sleep, I’m probably going to get a phone call in a few, which made me cry harder. Of course he slept like the dead as usual.

6 am.

I’m still up, upset, why the f*ck did that pop in my head? I hope He is using me as a prophet or something. I don’t need mental images as they further heighten my paranoid state.

Finally I feel my eyes dropping…f*cking alarm goes off. Fiancé has to get up for work. Reminds me the cable bill is due.

F*ck it, I’m not going to sleep anyways so I get up to check my blogs. Felt like I’m three days behind or something. On a whim, I check my student loan account…why the f*ck does it say I owe $13.05? I know that’s not correct because I schedule my loan payments three months in advance so I don’t forget and the amount has always been $166.19. And I know $166.19 was taken out two weeks ago. I check my statement to be sure. And then I call them.

Oh yeah…I was going to get the letter after the due date **21st of every month** that my loan payments have now been increased to $179.24. Oh but don’t worry, only if my account has been delinquent 60 days will it be reported to the credit bureaus.

So if I never bothered to check, I would have a late fee of $13.05 in addition to the $179.24 that I would owe which means I now have to go and delete the pre-dated arrangements for September, October, and November which all have $166.19 and partly because I never really look at the statement as I know the due dates and amounts, I would have found this out next month but you knew since JULY that my payment amount was going to increase but that sure didn’t stop you from sending me the regular monthly bill.

*sigh*

So I was a little tiffed. Damn the credit bureaus! Stop mentioning that like it makes it all better! It’s only $13.05 but still…I don’t like surprises and I don’t like paying bills late. And this one would have been late if something didn’t tell me to check my account. Damn student loans. Let me hit on Power ball so I can erase yall from my existence.

And great now I can’t pay the bill and change the amounts on my pre-dated payments because there are “technical errors please try again later”.

And not only that, Attack Cat has gnawed on the cable cord. Now I have to get another one.

I seriously woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Hopefully the day will get better.

Maybe I should go back to bed and try again later.