The Kid Is Back!!

Damn it’s been so long since I’ve logged on; I damn near forgot my password.

No I didn’t die *obviously*

No jail time *shit I’m too slick for these cops…and besides I am far too pretty for jail*

And I’ve paid my cable/internet bill so my shit wasn’t cut off.

My excuse?

Fucking work man. I’ve been running around like a runaway slave since the beginning of April. So much incompetent at a management level it isn’t funny.

On one hand I love that I’m busy at work because I’m not going insane from boredom and picking at my fingernails while eyeing the clock and cursing my ADD.

Besides a bitch knows…when folks know they can do your job without you, I can kiss my job goodbye.

On the other hand, I get tired of the incompetent. When I leave at 6 *sometimes later depending on the day*, I KNOW when I come in the next day, ALL my hard work has either been destroyed or fucked up beyond belief so guess who has to spend the first three hours correcting mistakes on top of starting/completing other projects?!

Good ol’ me.

This past few weeks have left me with little energy and almost little to no interest in blogging. I’ve been coming home and going straight to bed, that’s how tired I have been.

Besides shit ain’t going on over here. Work and sleep.

I went home to Chicago on April 27th for my grandmother’s birthday. I won’t trip on how my grandmother was moving and NO ONE came to help. No scratch that, none of the people we needed came to help. Who the hell needs my damn 19 year old cousin when she has to bring her two children and baby-sit them the whole time? Why the uncle with the bad back who can’t lift more than a few boxes? Or the lazy ass cousin who want to dictate the moving process?

So I spent that Saturday afternoon sweating it out in the sun. Shit felt like I was in my ancestors’ times and shit. Fucking relaxer sweated out and shit. Didn’t pack any sneakers so I’m slipping and sliding in my flip flops. Legs all ashy by the end of the day and shit. Toes all crooked. Just a hot ass mess.

I went to Reno with my mother and stepfather on the 9th and we stayed until the 12th. There were quite a few incidents at the airports thanks to my mother but that’s another story.

Of course my birthday was the 10th. I didn’t do anything but gamble and drink. NOT to get drunk mind you *after all Moms was around* but to get nice. I think I went to sleep/passed out at about 10:30pm. I’m getting old.

24 fucking years old. Damn one more year to goof off before I have to get my damn life together. It’s also a damn shame I’m 24 and still getting carded. I swear security stayed on my ass at the casinos. Before I sat down good, folks wanted to see my ID.

Plus side…lots of FREE drinks. Lots of discounts *shit you know I hollered “It’s My Birthday” at every check out* and although there weren’t a lot of cute dudes around, it was an ABUNDANCE of dirty old men. I made sure to stay covered in case Gramps had a memory lapse and tried to grab and push-up bra covered tit.

And since I wasn’t in Chicago long enough to alert my stalkers, which is always a relief. Although I did get a voicemail from JDUBB and it was actually a semi-sweet birthday wish. Only one “bitch” throughout the whole message.

Touching right?

And I’ve been a good friend lately. I’m actually returning phone calls in a timely manner AND picking up when people call. Of course numbers without caller IDs get ignored but hey I’m working on being a better friend. At least a C- friend by the end of June. Maybe B+ by the end of summer.

Besides I’m cleaning out my closet anyway. Some people have gotten the ax as far as being a friend of mine. I don’t really have the time for bullshit right now. Too much stuff going on to be sweating folks.

I promise one of these days I’m going to post the pictures of my new tattoos. I’m so lazy I don’t feel like uploading them.

I can’t wait for Vegas. JBN and I are going on the 25th for Memorial Day’s Weekend. I promise we’re not going to get married. Now if we get drunk enough who knows, I might get married by Elvis but more than likely we’ll need signs around our necks that will direct us back to our hotel. Some of our friends will be there as well so it should be good times.

Soooo….the kid is officially back. I’ve missed yall!!!