So yesterday due to lack of anything good on TV, I sat down and *gasped* watched BET.
Yes…I watched the BET Awards. And since I’m a hater, I hated on the entire show *lol* Except a few parts, which I liked. The rest…Damn shame there wasn’t anything better on TV. I mean really, could I have gotten a few reruns or something?
Ok I missed, like the first 20 minutes of the show and the entire red carpet thing so I didn’t see the Jennifers sing. I’m sure it was a hot mess all around.
Don’t get me wrong, I like Jennifer Hudson and NOT because she’s repping the Chi. She’s a gorgeous woman, fantastic voice but umm yeah…Ima need her to sit down somewhere. I haven’t even seen DreamGirls and I’m tired of that song.
She did, however, have a cute dress on.
But Best New Artist….?
And NO Album? I’m glad she said that though.
I don’t care what folks say, I kind of like Mo’Nique. Sure that weave was a lil’ tired and I’m really going to need her stylist to NOT stuff her in dresses that make it pretty obvious that her stomach sticks out more than her breasts cuz Sista aint got no form of so-called “Big Girl” titties and she was a lil dry on stage. But she rocked quite a few outfits. Namely the red dress and the white pantsuit at the end. I want that damn red dress. And the “Do Me” heels? Fed Ex them bad boys to me right now!
T.I. *sigh* I just want to feed him a chicken sandwich. Maybe two. He can still get it, ya know. Just no kissing due to the scar around his mouth. And um yeah those STD/HIV tests are still mandatory.
Ne-Yo. Still mad cat-fish looking.
Fabolous…He’s looking a little off to me lately. I can’t put my fingers on it but he’s looking quite…special nowadays.
I like Beyonce. Yeah I said it!
I liked her performance. Complete with the gold metal bra and sequined leggings. Ok well maybe not the outfit *lol* but I liked her performance. I thought it was cute. It’s nice to see Michelle and Solange getting work.
However I am not feeling the dance number for that song. I don’t really like the video, although I want a weave ponytail so I can swing it around like B at the club *and probably get fucked up for my hair falling into someone’s drank* some parts of the dance is nice but others…eh.
Although I think she dulled down her performance so Kelly could shine because you know people will compare it to hers but Kelly's was ok. Singing could have been better but um yeah Kelly can UPS me her legs and Eve…Ima need those boots STAT…thank you. The whole concept was cute *at least to me* and Beyonce looked really happy for Kelly.
Although Solange was NOT a member of Destiny's Child so they could have left her ass off the split screen.
P. Diddy, Keyshia Cole and Lil Kim did give me my first good laugh of the night. Ummm…why? That’s all I have to say. Kim must have been getting my emails about her rocking a bra at ALL times though. They weren’t dragging to the floor as in previous pictures. She has gotten a lil’ thick too. One sandwich away is all I’m saying though.
Keyshia has a nice voice but I don't really like how she seems to howl whenever she gets on a stage. And two stiff ass people need not to coordinate a dance. We all know Diddy can't dance for shit *but he can spin in a circle, coat billowing behind him like the best of them* but it was painfully obvious neither one can hold a beat to save their careers.
Her pants were hot. The wife beater? Eh not so much.
I was severly disappointed by Robin Thicke's performance. I know he can better than that shit. And I hate that damn song. That is the weakest song off his album, he should have "debuted" a new song or something. But he can still get it three times though, bad singing and all.
I mean it's not like he was the worst of the night.
And please BET…can we get some more rehearsals for reading off the tele-promoter please? You know most of them can barely write their names let along read big words. I have stage fright and I can do better than most of the presenters. Folks up there sounding dry, missing cues, bad jokes, and looking awkward as shit.
Come to think of it:
1. Chris...Just stop. Let’s let the 80s die ok?
2. Lauren London…HOT. I think she is so cute.
3. Reggie Bush…He can still get it but Ima need him to work on his pronunciation.
4. Ashanti…I see she went to the same dress maker as her little sister.
5. Lil Wayne…I know he was high on something. He has a cute lil girl though. I was feeling the little kids’ outfits. Granted my kids wouldn’t walk out the door in that shit but it was cute on her. I still want to Lysol him down though.
6. Mmmm Henry Simmons. That is all. Damn the gay rumor, he is sexy as hell!
7. Patti. Lawd knows I loves me some Patti but that dress….
8. Ya know if you struggle to read kind words about your moms off a tele-prompter…maybe you should improvise. Just a thought.
9. And aside from one or two, those videos that were shown before the nominees were not hot!
10. Was it me or were there more performances than actual awards?
And while I admit that I like T-Pain, he will my comedic muse for quite some time, the “Prep” look only works, if well, you washed your ass before the show.
Oh yeah and you don’t look like a spider monkey with glasses.
BUT I love the song and I liked the quasi-performance.
Who were the other two dudes though? Someone help me out.
I missed 50’s performance. Hey I had to get something to eat. I heard there were technical difficulties. Tony Yayo…I swear that man is gay. He’s a little too close to 50 if you get what I mean. And he should NEVER go without facial hair. I know it makes some men very clean cut but when you’re already dirty…come on now!
I enjoyed Diane Ross’s tribute. She is looking pretty good for 63. Erykah rocked it though!
Although…Stevie’s stylish must have a hellva sense of humor because that jacket was NOT hot.
Confession: I always wanted Diane’s hair. My hair is as thick as hers but no way is it that full. I always wanted her wild hair. My mother saw otherwise.
I did not, however, like the Gerald Levert tribute. I mean could I have gotten a…Gerald Levert song?!
Now they did sing extremely well *I was side eyeing Gladys wig though* but it was too…gospel-ly for me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love gospel music but umm…do Black people always have to bust out the gospel, complete with long drawn out singing, for every BET event? I get it: Black folks love the church! But damn…can a tribute consist of a song the person being honored actually sang?
*still side eyeing Patti’s dress*
James Brown tribute…eh. It was ok I guess. Public Enemy is a little too old though to be hopping around the stage. Chuck D was looking a little out of breathe.
Ciara…well at least it is confirmed sista girl is a dancer and NOT a singer. I’m bias though, I love the song and you know my fake Fatima ass know the dance steps. Except the one when she leans all the way back…um yeah I tried that once. Let’s just say I had to soak in Epsom Salt when JBN scraped me off of the floor.
Overall…I can see why I stick to the MTV awards. At least their budget is better.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Don't Call It A Comeback....
It’s a damn shame when you haven’t written in so long, you’ve forgotten your password.
I think I have a persistent strand of Malaria or something. As soon as I get well, I mean as soon as my nose clears up and I can actually smell something, I get sick all over again.
I’m convinced it’s work. You know you’re fine until you pull into the parking lot and all of a sudden you’re coughing and sneezing? I swear that’s me. I’m fine at home but as soon as I hit 110, my throat contracts and I have to pull over because I’m coughing too hard to see straight. I think I should have a note that excludes me from work, benefits and pay included of course, but my doctor and boss are not convinced.
Do people still get sick notes from the doctor?
I remember in college I got sick notes like they were going out of style. I mean having a hang over is not a medical condition but I sure could fake it like I had a cold or something. I’m sure my professor(s) thought I was about to drop dead given all the notes I gave.
Best believe I used all four/five of those “missed class penalties before it affects your grade” days.
I probably would have done better in some classes if it wasn’t for $5 pitchers of Long Island Ice Tea at White Horse on Wednesday. I mean really, who puts all the good drink specials on a weekday? Like I’m going to pass up $1 shots!
So here it is hot as hell outside and I’m having hot flashes. It’s 90 degrees and I have on a hoodie and sweats complaining that I am freezing. Then at night I’m lowering the AC to 60 and I’m kicking the covers off complaining I’m hot.
And why is it when you’re sick it seems like people want to get extra close to you to talk?
I don’t like being around too many people when I’m sick, you know I’m considerate enough to not want to release the Plague of 7 Deaths on people, but people want to get all up in my face to ask a question.
Ima need your breathe to not be on the back of my neck.
Then have the nerve to have an attitude when I tell you to fall back.
Probably the same damn reason I’m sick, too many people in my face.
Damn Community germs.
I’m going to start wearing the white mask over my mouth like the Koreans who do my nails do. Although…damn can I get a mask too? Why do I have to breathe in the fumes? Can I have healthy lungs too?
My best friend FH is finally back from Iraq. Alive and well. She’s relocating to San Antonio so a road trip is in order. Broad is still crazy.
She’s going to live next door to a strip club. I was like well there you go…part time job right there. She’d never be late for work. And after every dance she can go home and shower.
I told her I would strip but the pole is a little too unsanitary for my taste. I mean all that random coochie juice on the pole and you expect me to put my own coochie there? Please. I’d have to wipe that stage down with ammonia, bleach and Lysol spray before a bare body part touches any parts of the stage. And damn those strippers shoes, I’m too clumsy, I’m stripping in some footies.
With the little balls in the back. Gotta keep it hood.
*lol*
But until I am completely well, my ass is on house arrest.
Well besides tanning that is. Gotta get my chocolate on.
I think I have a persistent strand of Malaria or something. As soon as I get well, I mean as soon as my nose clears up and I can actually smell something, I get sick all over again.
I’m convinced it’s work. You know you’re fine until you pull into the parking lot and all of a sudden you’re coughing and sneezing? I swear that’s me. I’m fine at home but as soon as I hit 110, my throat contracts and I have to pull over because I’m coughing too hard to see straight. I think I should have a note that excludes me from work, benefits and pay included of course, but my doctor and boss are not convinced.
Do people still get sick notes from the doctor?
I remember in college I got sick notes like they were going out of style. I mean having a hang over is not a medical condition but I sure could fake it like I had a cold or something. I’m sure my professor(s) thought I was about to drop dead given all the notes I gave.
Best believe I used all four/five of those “missed class penalties before it affects your grade” days.
I probably would have done better in some classes if it wasn’t for $5 pitchers of Long Island Ice Tea at White Horse on Wednesday. I mean really, who puts all the good drink specials on a weekday? Like I’m going to pass up $1 shots!
So here it is hot as hell outside and I’m having hot flashes. It’s 90 degrees and I have on a hoodie and sweats complaining that I am freezing. Then at night I’m lowering the AC to 60 and I’m kicking the covers off complaining I’m hot.
And why is it when you’re sick it seems like people want to get extra close to you to talk?
I don’t like being around too many people when I’m sick, you know I’m considerate enough to not want to release the Plague of 7 Deaths on people, but people want to get all up in my face to ask a question.
Ima need your breathe to not be on the back of my neck.
Then have the nerve to have an attitude when I tell you to fall back.
Probably the same damn reason I’m sick, too many people in my face.
Damn Community germs.
I’m going to start wearing the white mask over my mouth like the Koreans who do my nails do. Although…damn can I get a mask too? Why do I have to breathe in the fumes? Can I have healthy lungs too?
My best friend FH is finally back from Iraq. Alive and well. She’s relocating to San Antonio so a road trip is in order. Broad is still crazy.
She’s going to live next door to a strip club. I was like well there you go…part time job right there. She’d never be late for work. And after every dance she can go home and shower.
I told her I would strip but the pole is a little too unsanitary for my taste. I mean all that random coochie juice on the pole and you expect me to put my own coochie there? Please. I’d have to wipe that stage down with ammonia, bleach and Lysol spray before a bare body part touches any parts of the stage. And damn those strippers shoes, I’m too clumsy, I’m stripping in some footies.
With the little balls in the back. Gotta keep it hood.
*lol*
But until I am completely well, my ass is on house arrest.
Well besides tanning that is. Gotta get my chocolate on.
Saturday, June 02, 2007
Viva Las Vegas Part 2
Got to the hotel, checked in, took a quick shower, and it was off to the strip for us.
Ok…here’s where our common sense failed us.
We stayed next to the Convention Center which is about a mile off the strip. Next time we’re springing to stay on the Strip. The monorail is next to the Convention Center, which would take us on a quick *and refreshingly cool* ride to the Strip.
What do our black asses opt to do?
WALK.
IN 95 FUCKING DEGREE WEATHER.
TO THE STRIP.
Never the fuck again.
I don’t even like walking 4 blocks to the Metro anymore.
What made me think I could walk A MILE to the strip?
I’m breathing hard and sweating and I’m just in front of the hotel?!
I’m hot, miserable, sweating running down my back, feet hurting *although they were fierce in my Coach loafers* and I’m like dying. No shade. Hell no bugs were even out in that heat.
Just some Mexicans with wet shirts around their head. They offered me a shirt but tuh fuck up my hair?! With water?! Nigga you nuts!
So when we FINALLY hit the strip, we did the tourist thing. Snapping pictures of any and every thing. Ducking in and out of casinos. Losing money of course. Shopping at The Forum. Eating. Talking on the phone and avoiding all the bodies and traffic.
Some basketball dude was in The Forum causing a commotion. Shit he wasn’t anyone I wanted to see so I kept it moving. Like I knew who he was anyway.
JBN told me he played for the Suns and they just lost in the play offs.
I was like Oh nice, lose the playoffs and drown his sorrows in shopping and cheap booze and women in Vegas.
We’re walking in Caesar’s Palace and I’m chasing down Cleopatra and her crew for a picture, ‘cuz that’s just what type of person I am.
Like a camera whore isn’t going to troll for pictures. JBN was my official photographer. Folks were like, damn did he take any pictures, and I was like eh he’d fuck up the great shot of me for Face book.
No Myspace.
Which is the devil.
So I’m talking on the phone with one of my buddies, bragging how I’m in Vegas and her weak ass is defrosting chicken for dinner in the Chi, when I slam right into this dude.
Typical “motherfucker although I’m all in the way how dare you walk in the path that I was walking in” behavior: I chew him out. Like dude watch where the fuck you going while inspecting my shoes to make sure he didn’t step on them cuz that would’ve been a fight, stepping on my brand new fresh out the box shoes.
I go back to my phone conversation and dude kinda chuckled and was like his bad or some crap like that.
Next thing you know people just come out of no where asking to take his picture.
I had no idea who he was, thought he was another athlete or something, so I’m on the phone chatting away.
JBN walks up and is like do you know who that was? That’s that Ultimate Fighting dude who just won the fight. Once again the name slips me and I’m too lazy to google it but he’s the big Black dude whom I’m assuming whooped the hell out of his opponent, who I did recognize from an episode of “Entourage”
*lol*
JBN is like I can’t believe you don’t know who that is. His posters are like everywhere, in fact there go three right there.
So I’m like the Ultimate Dink.
BUT am I a lame for wanting a picture though? *lol*
But alas I turned back around and he was gone.
So yeah that’s my run in with a “celebrity”.
You know if some shit went down JBN was not jumping in right? Dude was like a solid side of beef.
So we gambled some more, lost money, and left to go to several more casinos. Walked around for a bit and took our asses back to the hotel for some rest.
Got up the next day, still sweltering out, got some breakfast and did the same shit we did yesterday. Got to the other end of the strip this time. Hit another mall where they were serving this BIG ASS cup of daiquiris. Those fuckers were strong as shit. More like Alcohol with colored ice. So we’re sipping these, walking in the hot ass sun, sun+alcohol don’t mix and before you know it, we were both drunk as skunks.
And since you can walk around with alcohol that made it even better for us. Stopped at another place and ate lunch and got some more drinks.
Passed out shortly after getting to the hotel.
You’d think we would’ve gotten tired of doing the same shit every day but you know we didn’t. I was into hitting the clubs, I’m weaning off of them, so what did I do to make up for not shaking my ass in some club.
I ate my ass off.
I think we ate in almost every restaurant on the strip.
And don’t let me get on some of the buffets we went to. I know people were thinking I know she’s ain’t going back up for 5ths…but I did.
There goes my diet once again.
It cooled down enough for me and I spent a couple of hours at the pool. Just chilling with the one good breeze I finally felt.
We got dressed up and went out to dinner and chilled on the strip until it got late. Had to take the taxi back as the Monorail stopped running and I was NOT walking back.
Monday we left sunny Vegas and it was yet another LONG ass flight back. It took 7 years for the sun to go down AND yet another long ass ride through another state. Not as much turbulence though and I did get at least two hours of sleep.
Apparently the AC went out while I was snoozing, giving the germs plenty of time to infiltrate my body so when we landed at Dulles, already my nose was running.
It took a downhill from there. I have been sick the entire fucking week. I’ve been completing my work and leaving early all week. Passing out on the couch with booger tissue all around me.
Smelling like Au De Vicks.
Nose as red as its going to get and skin all dry and ashy.
Voice so scratchy people have been asking me did I just wake up.
Yeah the girl is looking bad.
I’ll be back on my feet soon though.
And then I can tell you about this guy who I secretly think is stalking me.
And I’m sick but not so sick I’m not going to see Katt Williams tonight! In concert that is. I’m not that much of a groupie.
Well only for Etan. Hey I can dream can’t I?
Ok…here’s where our common sense failed us.
We stayed next to the Convention Center which is about a mile off the strip. Next time we’re springing to stay on the Strip. The monorail is next to the Convention Center, which would take us on a quick *and refreshingly cool* ride to the Strip.
What do our black asses opt to do?
WALK.
IN 95 FUCKING DEGREE WEATHER.
TO THE STRIP.
Never the fuck again.
I don’t even like walking 4 blocks to the Metro anymore.
What made me think I could walk A MILE to the strip?
I’m breathing hard and sweating and I’m just in front of the hotel?!
I’m hot, miserable, sweating running down my back, feet hurting *although they were fierce in my Coach loafers* and I’m like dying. No shade. Hell no bugs were even out in that heat.
Just some Mexicans with wet shirts around their head. They offered me a shirt but tuh fuck up my hair?! With water?! Nigga you nuts!
So when we FINALLY hit the strip, we did the tourist thing. Snapping pictures of any and every thing. Ducking in and out of casinos. Losing money of course. Shopping at The Forum. Eating. Talking on the phone and avoiding all the bodies and traffic.
Some basketball dude was in The Forum causing a commotion. Shit he wasn’t anyone I wanted to see so I kept it moving. Like I knew who he was anyway.
JBN told me he played for the Suns and they just lost in the play offs.
I was like Oh nice, lose the playoffs and drown his sorrows in shopping and cheap booze and women in Vegas.
We’re walking in Caesar’s Palace and I’m chasing down Cleopatra and her crew for a picture, ‘cuz that’s just what type of person I am.
Like a camera whore isn’t going to troll for pictures. JBN was my official photographer. Folks were like, damn did he take any pictures, and I was like eh he’d fuck up the great shot of me for Face book.
No Myspace.
Which is the devil.
So I’m talking on the phone with one of my buddies, bragging how I’m in Vegas and her weak ass is defrosting chicken for dinner in the Chi, when I slam right into this dude.
Typical “motherfucker although I’m all in the way how dare you walk in the path that I was walking in” behavior: I chew him out. Like dude watch where the fuck you going while inspecting my shoes to make sure he didn’t step on them cuz that would’ve been a fight, stepping on my brand new fresh out the box shoes.
I go back to my phone conversation and dude kinda chuckled and was like his bad or some crap like that.
Next thing you know people just come out of no where asking to take his picture.
I had no idea who he was, thought he was another athlete or something, so I’m on the phone chatting away.
JBN walks up and is like do you know who that was? That’s that Ultimate Fighting dude who just won the fight. Once again the name slips me and I’m too lazy to google it but he’s the big Black dude whom I’m assuming whooped the hell out of his opponent, who I did recognize from an episode of “Entourage”
*lol*
JBN is like I can’t believe you don’t know who that is. His posters are like everywhere, in fact there go three right there.
So I’m like the Ultimate Dink.
BUT am I a lame for wanting a picture though? *lol*
But alas I turned back around and he was gone.
So yeah that’s my run in with a “celebrity”.
You know if some shit went down JBN was not jumping in right? Dude was like a solid side of beef.
So we gambled some more, lost money, and left to go to several more casinos. Walked around for a bit and took our asses back to the hotel for some rest.
Got up the next day, still sweltering out, got some breakfast and did the same shit we did yesterday. Got to the other end of the strip this time. Hit another mall where they were serving this BIG ASS cup of daiquiris. Those fuckers were strong as shit. More like Alcohol with colored ice. So we’re sipping these, walking in the hot ass sun, sun+alcohol don’t mix and before you know it, we were both drunk as skunks.
And since you can walk around with alcohol that made it even better for us. Stopped at another place and ate lunch and got some more drinks.
Passed out shortly after getting to the hotel.
You’d think we would’ve gotten tired of doing the same shit every day but you know we didn’t. I was into hitting the clubs, I’m weaning off of them, so what did I do to make up for not shaking my ass in some club.
I ate my ass off.
I think we ate in almost every restaurant on the strip.
And don’t let me get on some of the buffets we went to. I know people were thinking I know she’s ain’t going back up for 5ths…but I did.
There goes my diet once again.
It cooled down enough for me and I spent a couple of hours at the pool. Just chilling with the one good breeze I finally felt.
We got dressed up and went out to dinner and chilled on the strip until it got late. Had to take the taxi back as the Monorail stopped running and I was NOT walking back.
Monday we left sunny Vegas and it was yet another LONG ass flight back. It took 7 years for the sun to go down AND yet another long ass ride through another state. Not as much turbulence though and I did get at least two hours of sleep.
Apparently the AC went out while I was snoozing, giving the germs plenty of time to infiltrate my body so when we landed at Dulles, already my nose was running.
It took a downhill from there. I have been sick the entire fucking week. I’ve been completing my work and leaving early all week. Passing out on the couch with booger tissue all around me.
Smelling like Au De Vicks.
Nose as red as its going to get and skin all dry and ashy.
Voice so scratchy people have been asking me did I just wake up.
Yeah the girl is looking bad.
I’ll be back on my feet soon though.
And then I can tell you about this guy who I secretly think is stalking me.
And I’m sick but not so sick I’m not going to see Katt Williams tonight! In concert that is. I’m not that much of a groupie.
Well only for Etan. Hey I can dream can’t I?
Viva Las Vegas Part 1
So I’ve been fighting this cold *I know who the HELL catches a cold in this weather?!* That I KNOW I picked up from some germy passenger on the way back to DC from Vegas.
You know for half a second I thought I was a potential victim from that guy who was flying with a deadly strain of TB. Was dialing up the doctor’s office the moment I heard about it, but was flying transatlantic so I was in the clear. But still, who walks on a plane healthy and walks off sick as hell?
Only me. That’s who. Germs have a habit of finding me and infecting me with all their yucky gooiness.
So I’ve been under the weather all week. Reviving my roles as Celie from the “Color Purple” as well as one of the zombies from “Dawn of the Dead”. Not to mention sweating like a runaway slave from the heat AND the fever.
Vegas was HOT!!
I am already planning the next trip to Vegas right now. I had so much fun!
I'm still engaged, no getting "drunk married" BUT I got a picture with one of the many fake Elvis impersonators in town.
Yes I got drunk and passed out shortly after 4pm on Saturday and woke up about 10 hours later.
Yes I took hella pictures. Although I’m wondering why I took so many pictures of random shit, like folks really cared that I walked past the MGM Grand. Hell I damn sure didn’t stay there!
Yes IT WAS HOT AS FUCK! Oh gawd I wanted to slap a white person every 5 minutes for forcing my ancestors to pick cotton, probably in some heavy ass burlap sack, in that type of weather.
I mean stepped out the hotel at 8 am and it was ALREADY 90!
And you know I don’t like to sweat. Well I don’t like for my relaxer to sweat, that is. I was like a degree away from having a ‘fro. And what does my dinky ass do? CONTINUE to make it worst by flat ironing my hair within an inch of its life as soon as I got back to the hotel.
I love my chemically free sisters but dammit the chemicals love me and I love them as well.
Besides…no more relaxers til late August.
The kitchens will be fried all summer.
So anyway the flight going there was LONG. My impatience clearly shows on flights that are longer than 2 hours. I mean I would go to sleep, wake up, we’re STILL over Colorado. I’m like how big is this damn state again? I think the pilots were going in circles and shit.
We hit a bit of turbulence. Some of it really bad. I had my escape route mapped. Damn Gramps and Granny in the exit row. I was throwing some bows to get off the plane push come to shove.
The people in front of us drank the entire time. I think they depleted the Vodka supply on the plane. I mean just sloppy. But at least they were the quiet drunks and not the loud and belligerent drunks I usually see.
After we hit all 50 states *it’s seems* we finally landed in Vegas.
And boy was I relieved.
You know for half a second I thought I was a potential victim from that guy who was flying with a deadly strain of TB. Was dialing up the doctor’s office the moment I heard about it, but was flying transatlantic so I was in the clear. But still, who walks on a plane healthy and walks off sick as hell?
Only me. That’s who. Germs have a habit of finding me and infecting me with all their yucky gooiness.
So I’ve been under the weather all week. Reviving my roles as Celie from the “Color Purple” as well as one of the zombies from “Dawn of the Dead”. Not to mention sweating like a runaway slave from the heat AND the fever.
Vegas was HOT!!
I am already planning the next trip to Vegas right now. I had so much fun!
I'm still engaged, no getting "drunk married" BUT I got a picture with one of the many fake Elvis impersonators in town.
Yes I got drunk and passed out shortly after 4pm on Saturday and woke up about 10 hours later.
Yes I took hella pictures. Although I’m wondering why I took so many pictures of random shit, like folks really cared that I walked past the MGM Grand. Hell I damn sure didn’t stay there!
Yes IT WAS HOT AS FUCK! Oh gawd I wanted to slap a white person every 5 minutes for forcing my ancestors to pick cotton, probably in some heavy ass burlap sack, in that type of weather.
I mean stepped out the hotel at 8 am and it was ALREADY 90!
And you know I don’t like to sweat. Well I don’t like for my relaxer to sweat, that is. I was like a degree away from having a ‘fro. And what does my dinky ass do? CONTINUE to make it worst by flat ironing my hair within an inch of its life as soon as I got back to the hotel.
I love my chemically free sisters but dammit the chemicals love me and I love them as well.
Besides…no more relaxers til late August.
The kitchens will be fried all summer.
So anyway the flight going there was LONG. My impatience clearly shows on flights that are longer than 2 hours. I mean I would go to sleep, wake up, we’re STILL over Colorado. I’m like how big is this damn state again? I think the pilots were going in circles and shit.
We hit a bit of turbulence. Some of it really bad. I had my escape route mapped. Damn Gramps and Granny in the exit row. I was throwing some bows to get off the plane push come to shove.
The people in front of us drank the entire time. I think they depleted the Vodka supply on the plane. I mean just sloppy. But at least they were the quiet drunks and not the loud and belligerent drunks I usually see.
After we hit all 50 states *it’s seems* we finally landed in Vegas.
And boy was I relieved.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
As I Debate Whether To Quit My Job Yet Again....
It’s time to go back on a diet. All that good eating I’ve been doing has caused me to gain 7 lbs. If it was in the right places of course *I’m thinking the breasts area here* I wouldn’t care but oh not it’s settling just nice around the midsection. I’m like a grilled cheese sandwich away from a muffin top.
So what I like to tan? I like getting darker. Mix in a little bit of bronzer and this chocolate sista is glowing.
One of these days I’m going to walk in a tanning salon and request a spray on tan just to see what they would say.
Who am I kidding I just want to be an asshole and embarrass the shit out some poor white kid.
I love dry sarcasm.
Online shopping is once again my downfall. My new habit: randomly buying books. Someone needs to buy me a new bookshelf. You should see the one I already have, books on top of books.
I need to post new pictures. I’m so lazy I don’t feel like transferring them from the camera to the computer.
I hate when I’m driving and some idiot decides to merge in my damn lane and thinks potentially running into my car is no big deal. It’s not like I’m in your blind spot idiot! Damn I’m right next to you! Damn Virginia drivers!
If you knew those jeans were for white girls, why are you still trying to squeeze all that ass into them?
I randomly tag people’s walls on Facebook.
When I’m in a good mood, I’m rarely smiling. BUT I am extremely goofy/flirty that day.
I smile all the time but people tell me I need to “smile” more. Um yeah I’m not walking around with a constant smile on my face. When I see people who are smiling at nothing, I think they’re creepy.
Sometimes I clutch my purse and lock my car doors when someone white walks past me or the car. Just so they know what it feels like.
Although just for reference: Clutching your purse usually means now I have to knock your ass down, potentially injuring you, to get your purse. And locking your car doors mean I have to bust the damn window out and probably choke the shit out of you for drawing attention to the robbery at hand.
My breasts look bigger…but my damn bra size hasn’t gone up!
I remember when guys would say stupid shit like “if you let me suck on your titties, they’ll get bigger”. I should have triple D’s by now if that was the case.
Sometimes JBN and I make out in the back seat of the car. So what we’re in the parking garage how’s that for role play?
After June 1, I stop wearing a bra *unless necessary*. Hell they’re still perky enough.
When I think of another design, I’m going to get another tattoo. Maybe on my ankle this time.
Half of my male friends are dogs. I mean the type of trifling dude you suck your teeth about. While I don’t like what they do, they do have very interesting conversation. They keep me up to date on “The Game” though.
I love dark skinned men but I can never “pull” one.
Nutrigrain bars are the shit.
I hate working during graduation weekend. Lots of needy and annoying people asking 75,000 questions. I forgot. I did build Washington, DC brick by brick thus I know everything about the city.
I mean you’re looking for a church in DC? Ah forgot the name? No address? Hell don’t even know the denomination? I forgot there is only one church in DC, excuse my ignorance.
Oh yeah and I own Metro. If I owned Metro I doubt I would be working in a hotel, hell working period, now would I?
One reason I never kept FWB for a long time: I get bored easily. And when I’m officially bored, please believe his replacement is already in the wings.
I hate when people need a favor and call you obsessively. It’s like “Damn when I get a minute I’ll call you….JEEZ!!” That’s a good way to piss me off and reject your ass.
Don’t call me more than 3 times a day if you don’t want anything.
I move when I want to, not when you want me to.
I hate inviting people somewhere and they give you the run around. I mean damn “yes” or “no”. I’m not asking for the secret to life, I want to know if you want to go to the movies Friday. You’re only given a two day window with me then I assume the answer is “no” and someone else is invited. I don’t have time for games.
I think if JBN and I broke up, I would be single for a very long time. I realize that few men have the patience to handle me.
I was a bum in a past life. I can sleep anywhere. Yesterday while I was waiting for JBN to leave work, I was passed out sleep in the car.
Although I like going to the club sometimes, I am weaning myself from them. I don’t even dress up like that anymore. Last time I wore a short skirt and a pair of flip flops.
One week to Vegas. Let’s see if we make it back to the hotel.
Never know we might get drunk and elope.
LOL.
Yeah aiight. I’ll never be that drunk.
I’m saving that for the real wedding.
Have a great weekend everyone.
So what I like to tan? I like getting darker. Mix in a little bit of bronzer and this chocolate sista is glowing.
One of these days I’m going to walk in a tanning salon and request a spray on tan just to see what they would say.
Who am I kidding I just want to be an asshole and embarrass the shit out some poor white kid.
I love dry sarcasm.
Online shopping is once again my downfall. My new habit: randomly buying books. Someone needs to buy me a new bookshelf. You should see the one I already have, books on top of books.
I need to post new pictures. I’m so lazy I don’t feel like transferring them from the camera to the computer.
I hate when I’m driving and some idiot decides to merge in my damn lane and thinks potentially running into my car is no big deal. It’s not like I’m in your blind spot idiot! Damn I’m right next to you! Damn Virginia drivers!
If you knew those jeans were for white girls, why are you still trying to squeeze all that ass into them?
I randomly tag people’s walls on Facebook.
When I’m in a good mood, I’m rarely smiling. BUT I am extremely goofy/flirty that day.
I smile all the time but people tell me I need to “smile” more. Um yeah I’m not walking around with a constant smile on my face. When I see people who are smiling at nothing, I think they’re creepy.
Sometimes I clutch my purse and lock my car doors when someone white walks past me or the car. Just so they know what it feels like.
Although just for reference: Clutching your purse usually means now I have to knock your ass down, potentially injuring you, to get your purse. And locking your car doors mean I have to bust the damn window out and probably choke the shit out of you for drawing attention to the robbery at hand.
My breasts look bigger…but my damn bra size hasn’t gone up!
I remember when guys would say stupid shit like “if you let me suck on your titties, they’ll get bigger”. I should have triple D’s by now if that was the case.
Sometimes JBN and I make out in the back seat of the car. So what we’re in the parking garage how’s that for role play?
After June 1, I stop wearing a bra *unless necessary*. Hell they’re still perky enough.
When I think of another design, I’m going to get another tattoo. Maybe on my ankle this time.
Half of my male friends are dogs. I mean the type of trifling dude you suck your teeth about. While I don’t like what they do, they do have very interesting conversation. They keep me up to date on “The Game” though.
I love dark skinned men but I can never “pull” one.
Nutrigrain bars are the shit.
I hate working during graduation weekend. Lots of needy and annoying people asking 75,000 questions. I forgot. I did build Washington, DC brick by brick thus I know everything about the city.
I mean you’re looking for a church in DC? Ah forgot the name? No address? Hell don’t even know the denomination? I forgot there is only one church in DC, excuse my ignorance.
Oh yeah and I own Metro. If I owned Metro I doubt I would be working in a hotel, hell working period, now would I?
One reason I never kept FWB for a long time: I get bored easily. And when I’m officially bored, please believe his replacement is already in the wings.
I hate when people need a favor and call you obsessively. It’s like “Damn when I get a minute I’ll call you….JEEZ!!” That’s a good way to piss me off and reject your ass.
Don’t call me more than 3 times a day if you don’t want anything.
I move when I want to, not when you want me to.
I hate inviting people somewhere and they give you the run around. I mean damn “yes” or “no”. I’m not asking for the secret to life, I want to know if you want to go to the movies Friday. You’re only given a two day window with me then I assume the answer is “no” and someone else is invited. I don’t have time for games.
I think if JBN and I broke up, I would be single for a very long time. I realize that few men have the patience to handle me.
I was a bum in a past life. I can sleep anywhere. Yesterday while I was waiting for JBN to leave work, I was passed out sleep in the car.
Although I like going to the club sometimes, I am weaning myself from them. I don’t even dress up like that anymore. Last time I wore a short skirt and a pair of flip flops.
One week to Vegas. Let’s see if we make it back to the hotel.
Never know we might get drunk and elope.
LOL.
Yeah aiight. I’ll never be that drunk.
I’m saving that for the real wedding.
Have a great weekend everyone.
Monday, May 14, 2007
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!!!
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!!!
Monday, April 16, 2007
Weekend at Bernie's...
I had to get the hell out of dodge this weekend. So serious. Didn’t care where I went but getting out of town was my main objective last week.
And no I didn’t murder anyone and needed a quick getaway *lol*
Thanks to my hook-up at the airport I was able to get a raw flight deal on Thursday and Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
Why is it whenever I leave early at work folks act as if their whole world is over? I mean damn is it that hard to look up something by yourself? Why do you need me to read something off the screen?
At noon I gave the “two fingers” and was out the door. I mean so what my flight left at seven, oh you really thought I was staying until 5? I don’t care if the airport was across the street, I’m leaving.
Besides my lazy ass had to pack.
It’s always an adventure when I go to the airport. Or maybe it’s because I make everything an adventure. *shrugs* You know I find comedy in everything.
Lines at United were long as shit as usual. I wish people wouldn’t use the computer check in when they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing! That is my top pet peeve. Is it really that damn hard to slide a credit card in and follow the prompts? I mean really, you don’t know your destination city? Have to debate if you’re going to check that big ass bag? Then tie up the attendant at the same time.
Folks were so lucky it was Friday the 13th. My superstitious ass was on my best behavior. Shit you know how I feel about flying. First sign of trouble and I’m clawing the emergency exit door off.
Then why did I get selected for random search? For the last time: I am NO threat to any airlines. Shit I’m more afraid of the plane going down more than anyone.
And they have this machine that spray bursts of air all over your body. It’s supposed to do something, forgot what the hell she said, but you KNOW I was more concerned about my hair more than anything. Shit let a drop of water have hit the perm…it would’ve been a wrap.
But at least I didn’t have to strip or take my shoes off or anything.
Get to my gate only to find out there’s a gate change and had to walk damn near a mile *or so it seemed* to my new gate.
Am I the only one who wants to trip people who are running through the airport?
But then again I have to stop myself from running as well. Shit you know you can’t run around black folks. *lol*
And why was my seat way in the damn front. You know I don’t do wings or emergency exits seats. I am not a hero. And no one wanted to switch with me so I’m ‘noid because damn that, the front of the plane is always the first to go.
And my seat mate was this little old white man. Dude got up at the beginning of the flight and never came back. At first I was a little worried because shit you never know with some white people. Might be a disgruntled United worker and might decide to go on a rampage. And then again he was old as hell, shit I didn’t want him dying in the bathroom and delaying the flight *lol*
So I flagged down the flight attendant and asked about him and she told me he moved to another seat.
Ain’t that a bitch? Shit I ain’t a nappy head hoe. I get a relaxer motherfucker. *lol*
Oh yeah and I ain’t a hoe. *lol*
But I laid my ass out across his seat and had a nice ass nap *lol*
Before you know it I’m staring in my friends’ goofy ass faces. Apparently telling folks that there are more than one terminal slipped their mind. I’m waiting patiently in one terminal while their flights were in a completely different terminal. I was about to leave and shit *lol*
Yeah good old TWIN and FOOL were there in all their late as shit glory.
I guess our so-called professional lives have been getting to us because we did NOTHING the entire weekend. We relaxed and slept damn near the entire weekend.
Got some eats and took our asses to bed. Gone are the days when we get all pretty and hit the streets. Shit we got some “White Castles” and hit the sheets. Watched some TV and goofed around.
Saturday I got some new ink done. Two of them bitches in one day. It was impulsive but it kinda wasn’t because I had talked about getting some tattoos for a minute. I have a bull on the back of my neck and another “secret” tattoo on my hip.
The neck tattoo didn’t really hurt. It was more of an annoying drill than anything but she leaned on my neck like a muthafucker. You know my retarded ass couldn’t keep my neck straight.
Now the one on my hip hurt a bit. Leg was shaking and shit. She hit some type of nerve and I swear I was going to fart in her face *lmao* No lie. I had to clench the butt cheeks tight because I was going to let go. I was glad when she finished that one because I swear she was digging super deep into my skin.
Ain’t that a bitch though? I damn near fall out for death from a paper cut but I let someone poke me in the skin with a needle without a whimper?
My friends were really surprised that I went ahead and got one because it took a long ass time because I got served. I was about to chicken out but I ain’t no punk bitch *lol*
Punk asses punked out and shit. Left me all alone to get some ink.
Then again I’ve had piercing through almost every part of my body so they weren’t that surprised. After all I did get my nipples pierced on a dare.
We hit the mall, of course hit up some eats and back to the room for…you guessed it….sleep. Ok well I went to sleep; they went back out and did whatever. I woke up when they came back.
I swear I felt like I spent the entire weekend sleeping because before you know it, it was Sunday and my flight was leaving early as hell.
I had to bag my damn carmex. Like what am I going to do with some carmex? Smear an attendant’s eye or something? But hell that was a new tube and I was not parting with it.
Tried to sleep on the flight but with the tattoos it made it a little uncomfortable.
Got back to DC, it was pouring out.
Went home, cleaned up the mess that JBN left as a present and went to sleep. Managed to have a nice comfortable sleep, sleeping in this awkward ass position that kinda works.
Had a nice relaxing weekend…only to come back to chaos Monday at work.
*sigh* Doesn’t it feel good to be missed at work?
And no I didn’t murder anyone and needed a quick getaway *lol*
Thanks to my hook-up at the airport I was able to get a raw flight deal on Thursday and Friday couldn’t come soon enough.
Why is it whenever I leave early at work folks act as if their whole world is over? I mean damn is it that hard to look up something by yourself? Why do you need me to read something off the screen?
At noon I gave the “two fingers” and was out the door. I mean so what my flight left at seven, oh you really thought I was staying until 5? I don’t care if the airport was across the street, I’m leaving.
Besides my lazy ass had to pack.
It’s always an adventure when I go to the airport. Or maybe it’s because I make everything an adventure. *shrugs* You know I find comedy in everything.
Lines at United were long as shit as usual. I wish people wouldn’t use the computer check in when they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing! That is my top pet peeve. Is it really that damn hard to slide a credit card in and follow the prompts? I mean really, you don’t know your destination city? Have to debate if you’re going to check that big ass bag? Then tie up the attendant at the same time.
Folks were so lucky it was Friday the 13th. My superstitious ass was on my best behavior. Shit you know how I feel about flying. First sign of trouble and I’m clawing the emergency exit door off.
Then why did I get selected for random search? For the last time: I am NO threat to any airlines. Shit I’m more afraid of the plane going down more than anyone.
And they have this machine that spray bursts of air all over your body. It’s supposed to do something, forgot what the hell she said, but you KNOW I was more concerned about my hair more than anything. Shit let a drop of water have hit the perm…it would’ve been a wrap.
But at least I didn’t have to strip or take my shoes off or anything.
Get to my gate only to find out there’s a gate change and had to walk damn near a mile *or so it seemed* to my new gate.
Am I the only one who wants to trip people who are running through the airport?
But then again I have to stop myself from running as well. Shit you know you can’t run around black folks. *lol*
And why was my seat way in the damn front. You know I don’t do wings or emergency exits seats. I am not a hero. And no one wanted to switch with me so I’m ‘noid because damn that, the front of the plane is always the first to go.
And my seat mate was this little old white man. Dude got up at the beginning of the flight and never came back. At first I was a little worried because shit you never know with some white people. Might be a disgruntled United worker and might decide to go on a rampage. And then again he was old as hell, shit I didn’t want him dying in the bathroom and delaying the flight *lol*
So I flagged down the flight attendant and asked about him and she told me he moved to another seat.
Ain’t that a bitch? Shit I ain’t a nappy head hoe. I get a relaxer motherfucker. *lol*
Oh yeah and I ain’t a hoe. *lol*
But I laid my ass out across his seat and had a nice ass nap *lol*
Before you know it I’m staring in my friends’ goofy ass faces. Apparently telling folks that there are more than one terminal slipped their mind. I’m waiting patiently in one terminal while their flights were in a completely different terminal. I was about to leave and shit *lol*
Yeah good old TWIN and FOOL were there in all their late as shit glory.
I guess our so-called professional lives have been getting to us because we did NOTHING the entire weekend. We relaxed and slept damn near the entire weekend.
Got some eats and took our asses to bed. Gone are the days when we get all pretty and hit the streets. Shit we got some “White Castles” and hit the sheets. Watched some TV and goofed around.
Saturday I got some new ink done. Two of them bitches in one day. It was impulsive but it kinda wasn’t because I had talked about getting some tattoos for a minute. I have a bull on the back of my neck and another “secret” tattoo on my hip.
The neck tattoo didn’t really hurt. It was more of an annoying drill than anything but she leaned on my neck like a muthafucker. You know my retarded ass couldn’t keep my neck straight.
Now the one on my hip hurt a bit. Leg was shaking and shit. She hit some type of nerve and I swear I was going to fart in her face *lmao* No lie. I had to clench the butt cheeks tight because I was going to let go. I was glad when she finished that one because I swear she was digging super deep into my skin.
Ain’t that a bitch though? I damn near fall out for death from a paper cut but I let someone poke me in the skin with a needle without a whimper?
My friends were really surprised that I went ahead and got one because it took a long ass time because I got served. I was about to chicken out but I ain’t no punk bitch *lol*
Punk asses punked out and shit. Left me all alone to get some ink.
Then again I’ve had piercing through almost every part of my body so they weren’t that surprised. After all I did get my nipples pierced on a dare.
We hit the mall, of course hit up some eats and back to the room for…you guessed it….sleep. Ok well I went to sleep; they went back out and did whatever. I woke up when they came back.
I swear I felt like I spent the entire weekend sleeping because before you know it, it was Sunday and my flight was leaving early as hell.
I had to bag my damn carmex. Like what am I going to do with some carmex? Smear an attendant’s eye or something? But hell that was a new tube and I was not parting with it.
Tried to sleep on the flight but with the tattoos it made it a little uncomfortable.
Got back to DC, it was pouring out.
Went home, cleaned up the mess that JBN left as a present and went to sleep. Managed to have a nice comfortable sleep, sleeping in this awkward ass position that kinda works.
Had a nice relaxing weekend…only to come back to chaos Monday at work.
*sigh* Doesn’t it feel good to be missed at work?
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