burning bridges.

ok, so yesterday morning I got a text from barbershop. I wasn't going to respond; But I do realize that I did just drop him....I dropped everyone. I didn't even share my last exchange with crazyc... It was truely crazy...that's a post all on it's own!!!! But I have really dissed all my old hoes....lol...naw, my old flings....lol...naw, my old harmen....lol...yall know what I mean.

On my lunch he called me, he wanted to know if we could go out for a drink. I said sure.
After work, he sent me a text message saying he was on his way.
We went to that little bar on the corner from my house...had a drink.
then to this other bar up the street....there was some whack mariache band playing.
then to this other bar on Market.... watched the olympics.
then to this old folks bar around the corner. there was kareokee (sp?!)I wanted to sing Tina Marie "Out on a Limb" my Karokee song....but barbershop didn't believe in my skills. so I decided not to.
then we went to Carl's jr. he told me that's why I'm getting fat....I am. So I couldn't even front on him. then we sat in his car eating carl's jr.

he tried to kiss me. i didn't succum.
I reminded him of our new type of relationship: he told me that he doesn't understand how i could just diss him, I felt like high school... like i was being talked into sex. i didn't succum....wasn't even close.
I told him that he knew what was up before i even said i'd go have a drink with him.
he said he knew but thought mabe he could change my mind....silly rabbit!

i told him...."maybe another lifetime?....another day?".....
he looked at me cold faced. no expression.
i opened the door, smiled.....and said"i don't get anymore days, huh?" .

he didn't say anything.
he drove off before i got up the stairs....

Truth be told.

*I met mrniceynice one day when I’d taken my daughter to get some ice cream at coldstones (cookiedon’tyouwantsome), I walked out the store, hand in hand with MY and he drove past in his Tahoe looking very handsome (from the side). He spoke clearly. Didn’t try to "mack me up". He smiled, I saw the gap in his teeth, reminded me of Mr. Wonderful… he had a gap too. That night I spoke to him over the phone for hours. Great conversation. Funny. Warm. Attentive. The next day we went out for ice cream, back to the scene of the crime.

* He's a nice guy. I'm not trying to find anything wrong with him. I'm not trying to create a problem with him. I am just not necessarilly physically attracted to him per se. He's not my type. He's handsome; but he's just not my type. The more time I spend with him the more I like him. I just don't want to do "it" to him. It's not that there's anything at all wrong with him, I just don't have an immediate want to hump him. Like I could see my self being with him. We're a good pair...but I just don't know if I'd want to have babies with him? crazy...ehh...whatever!

* Barbershop called me this morning at 7:16am, we chatted. He then went on to inform me that he’s moving into the building directly across from me. His apartment would be the one that looks right into my front door. Can you hear the funereal music? I can ….my favorite color is pink yall, and I hate blush, don’t let em put blush on me.

*I’m having a party this weekend. It’s for my 27th birthday (which isn’t until the 6th but I’m going to prom on the 3rd …yeah prom {I’ll explain later}) and it’s also going away party for my home girl Kinkos. The home girl Tinez back out on the deal…trick (I say that with as much love as possible). My homegirl Eb is going to my hair and eyelashes. I don’t have a dress yet. I’ll get one by the end of the day. Stay tuned for photos...

* I’m going to a series that my Bishop is having called "The Levels of Love"… to be continued.

* Oh yeah a few posts ago I referred to my shoes as "platforms" I meant "wedge heels"!!! HA!
For my cuzo's party: She cried, we went to the resturant that he took her for their first date, we went to a club, a friend of mine brought us a round of drinks, got back in the stretch limo Navigator and I threw up. end.

* mynewlovepoem guy got a little miffed at me because i was drunk and didn't call him. we're done.

*i talked to bwood he's doing good.

*crazyc moved to Nevada but he's here in LA like every weekend.

*I'm planning a baby shower for my girl studios...the prettiest pregnant girl ever (besides me...cause I was fine)

he loves me. he loves me not. he loves me...but do I love him?

I met this guy. Extremely nice. Excellent full-time job. Legal side hustle (part-time business owner)Well keep apartment. Nice car. Good conversation. Complimentary. Funny (most times). Has one daughter (the same age as mine- that actually looks QUITE a lot like mine). Family orientated. Responsible. Doesn't mind spending his $...

Great! Except, I just feel...um ok about him. Not a feeling that anything's wrong. It's just nothings wrong. He's a regular guy. Which I like, I guess.

I mean he's handsome. In a handsome sorta way. He's not FIZINE, ya know. He's handsome in a "Im a man who's handsome"...I guess that doesn't work if you don't hear me use my "man" voice. He's dark skin (yumsa!), has , now that I think of it no real disguishable characteristics about him.

I don't have an immediate urge to kiss him. Honestly, I don't even really don't think about kissing him when I'm around him. But he is FaLlInG for the J-ster. I mean calling me (not in a boogaboo sorta way) making dinner plans and play dates and trying discuss summertime events...shit we ain't made it through spring yet!LOL.. I Kid! I Kid!

I shared my feelings of "he's ok" with my grandmother, hoping this 61 year old woman could shed some light on life and love for me; and my grandmother says to me "you should always marry a man that loves you more than you love him."

I realize that a lot of older Black women are taught this. I don't get it.

I wanna feel head over heels and swept up in it all. Instead I feel safe. Like, humph... this works.

oh...yeah this is a completely different guy than my "newlovepoem" guy. He;s great too Except I feel the "spark-a-los" (as my daughter says) with him...now if I could just combine the two...hmmmmm.... polygomy?

"My new love" poem.

I met him.
Chatted with him.
Gave my home telephone number to him.
Allowed my self to be enticed by him.
Called him.
Texted him.
Excepted an invitation of dinner from him.
Got dressed hoping to "catch" him
Smiled at him.
Laughed at him.
Batted eyes at him.
Held hands with him.
Giggled at him.
Conversed with him.
Saw myself actually being with him.
Kissed him.
Finger fondled with him.
Really kissed him.
Enjoyed being adored by him.
Had to step away from him.
Couldn’t let myself get caught up in him.
Sat back and contemplated the idea of him.
Allowed my breath to be taken away by him.
Had to stand up and step away from him.
Negotiate with my emotions about him.
Smiled at him.
Decided to go ahead and let whatever happens happen with him.
To be continued…with him?

4 days, 3 men

Saturday morning MY's godparents called and told me they were taking their kids to see the snow and wanted to know if MY could come along. SO, I bundled her up and took her out there.

Once I got home I washed and permed my hair. It feels so good to have clean hair doesn't it? Something about it makes me feel so free...

Anyways, babershop invited me over for dinner and a movie.
We watched some flick called Waters Risisng or something like that. It was about these gangstas in Louisiana and how they were going back and forth killing each other over drugs and stuff...then hurricane katrina hit and they were all working at Walmart...lol. WE ordered chinese and drank a little brandy (left over frommy holiday party)

The more time i spend with babershop the more I like him Something about the way he looks at me that makes me like him. And he doesnt try to hump on me, you know? On the other hand...it's just something about him I don't quite trust yet. I can put my finger on it....but I'ma figure it out.

Sunday I went to church...service was jammin.

Sunday afternoon, me, kinkos and mon (my pathological liar homegirl) went out to the Meat Market ( Cali folks know I'm talking about Fridays). Well, we're there looking and feeling fly. Some guy comes up to me and says "my friend asked me to give you his number" I say "and we're in the 3rd grade?" he says "no, he's here with his female friend and he doesn't want to disrespect her." See ladies...this the type of shit our men homeboys help them do...cheat right in our face. I must've went off on him something terrible.

We left there on a mission to find a club....we ended up at Gabah. It was hip hop night and It was whack...but there's a rinkety old pool table that we gave some use to.

Monday morning I had to work. I was in my cubicle hung over like I don't know what. I'm just glad we weren't busy.

All day Monday, I had spoken to my home girls K and Kinkos about going out...do you know both these heffas started going dumb on me when it was time to start getting dressed?
Well, I figured that I just plan to go out no matter what. Even if it was by myself.

As I was calling around tryna see who was going where. Crazyc called me and said he was coming by.... mind you I "broke up" with him a week before thanksgiving. and having been trying to end this cold turkey. SO I said sure. Figured this is one of the things I can purge from my life in 2008.

He came by and we talked. I told him how I was done. didn't want to do it no more. tired of the retartedness that is our relationship.... and what did he do? kiss me. Not like a one last kiss type kiss...like a I'll-kiss-her-and-she'll-shut-the-hell-up type kiss. I tell him "Crazyc I'm serious. This relationship has to end." He says..."I'll see you later."

Babershop, claims he had to "work", doing security at some club he invited me too... but that didn't sound truthful to me for some reason. K completely ditched me...I still don't know what happened to her. And Kinkos whas on some bullshit about she spent all her money the night before. Martinez didn't have a babysitter. Stace didn't have a baby sitter. Studios at home with her dude and her baby growing in her belly. Mon( my pathological liar homegirl) didn't have no money. Flores had to work. The guy I met at Biglots a few weeks ago invited me out but I declined.

Crazyc asked me where we were going I told him Gabah...since I know the DJ and I'd prolly ride for free. He said they (him and his croonies) were going there too. This tidbit of info made Gabah less inviting. I have to stay away from him not find ways to hang out with him.

Once crazyc was gone, NDN called me and told me to meet her at this other underground club at 1030. so I got dressed, picked up Mon( my pathological liar homegirl) from work (she got off at 930 and would have had to take the bus) dropped her off at home. Then headed out to the club.

I got there to find out it was eighteeen and older... sigh. Went inside. Straight to the VIP. Saw a few friends....felt a little weird that I was by my self, but seeing folks I know cheered me up. Do you know NDN didn't get there until 1230...yes! after new years had been rung in and when she got there, she was with her on again off again baby daddy....so basically I went to the club by myself on new years... I feel like such a sap. I ended up leaving around 130. everyone was kissing and coupled up and I was feeling real looser like. So, I stopped at Popeye's and went home.

So sad?

Such a waste of a cute out fit... And yes yall i was fly!. Black tunic dress with rinestone detail at the top... black tights black knee high boots.... shut up!

Today...I woke up feeling worried. I don't know just a sense of pending dome is upon me. Not a sadness just a little worry.

I had spoke to Flores last week, about hanging out with him today. So I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. He says " you dressed?" I looked down at myself still in my black tunic dress tights half way down sprawled out on the bed. make smeared. hair now in an afro. and I cooly respond "yes" He says "I'm on my way to your house." I say "ok." I hopped up got dressed put on make up did the hair.

It takes him an hour to get here. I was dressed, house was clean and neat.
He rings the doorbell, he was lookin so damn fine... He had on a grey thermal shirt, a black shirt under it, dark jeans and black tennis shoes. Black sunglasses. That puerto rican skin was looking fine.... he had a half smoked cigarette in one hand and suitcase luis vitton bag in the other.... I open the door and he says "Baby! " He puts his bag down and hugged me. "Put on some shoes, let's eat."

We went down the street to this Mexican Resturant on Sepulveda.... We went in his red car! Yeahhhhh! I love the red car! I don't know what kind of car it is but it always makes me so happy when I see it. He had the top down... even though it was cold as a bitch. The top being down made me happy. We ate. It made me happy to eat with him as always.

We went back to my house, sat on the couch to talk. He wiped off my lipstick (as always). Then he checked out my hair.. Then he tells me that my face is getting fat. It's official: I'm a hippotamus now at 144 pounds.... so my resolution this year is to loose at least 20 lbs.

We laid on my couch talking and watching daytime television, like I wish we coul do everyday. Eating "One-Bite Walnut Brownies" from the bakery. sigh.... But my vacation from reality was short lived he had to go to work at 2.

I went and picked My up, took her to Shakey's. I Came home and watched cartoon movies with her. Talked to Biglots for about two hours...he's a talkative little man.

Flores just texted me "What a beautiful start to 2008" sigh....

Life. I wonder, will it take me under?

Wednesday- Took MY to her god mothers out in Monrovia. Came home, took a long steaming hot shower and feel asleep.

Thursday- Shop, Shop, Shop.

Friday- Went out with my home girl Stace and K to this bar in the Valley. We had a ball. Afterwards Stace and I went to Denny’s and ate. I met this guy named Kevin. He asked me for my number, but I think he didn’t really store it in his phone.

Saturday- Shopped. Met a guy at Biglots. Picked up MY. Came home and slept.

Sunday-I had a Christmas Party. SO MUCH FUN !! There were at least 30 people there. It was too fun. We ate, drank and played games and watched I am Legend on bootleg, that movie is the shit. I am going to see it at the movies. Barbershop came. He looked very handsome. I went into MY’s room and came out to over hear him talking to a friend of mine about me. It made me like him more. The way he told her that he was “hooked” made me smile. It was very sweet. He stayed the night. A few other, overly inebriated people did as well.

so, here's more of my drama

How can I have so much drama in four days?

Lists are my new thing... here's another one...

#1. I met this guy, lets call him, Hairshow, on Halloween. I was dressed as Foxy, he was just sexy. He asked for my number I obliged and thus is the case. He called me early Thursday morning. Talked a good game, made a sista smile. Really nice. Owns a business, betcha can't guess what it is.. duh! Hence, the nickname. Seemed to have a good life story. Called him Friday; but he seemed to be unavailable. So I went out with Prada. (skip to #2 if you like to read in chronological order...) Saturday, Hairshow called me and asked me to meet him for lunch. I was hungry, so I said yea. I drove the three blocks over to his shop (we drive everywhere in Cali) and we met at a little spot near by and ate rice beans and chicken. Something about his style I was feeling. He's light skin, which I guess is my thing this year, and has red hair and freckles. He's funny and got a little hood in him. So I was lightweight diggin him.

Sunday I took My to see the Bee movie, I was laughing at the guy mentioned in #2 and thought to myself, wouldn't it be funny if this light skin guy standing right here in the line holding this chics hand and holding that baby was Hairshow... I lean down to help My with her shoe and I hear "Jen.?" I looked up and guess who that light skin guy standing there in the line holding some chics hand and holding a baby was, HAIRSHOW! I burst out in uncontrollable laughter...like a crazy person. Couldn't help myself, just my luck that I would see him there and that this would be the case.

Do you know this fool had the nerve to call me later (around 5) and just start talking like nothing happened? When I asked who was the chic at the movies, he said "oh I wanted to take my son to the movies and his mom wanted to come." Of all the stupid shit... that was the best.

#2 I met this other guy about two weeks ago, lets call him Prada. We've been talking much lately. And he's aiight. Light skin again and just way too pretty...shit he works at Prada. You have to have your picture approved by the Cooperate office in France to work there. Well we went out Friday night. We went to dinner and a movie and I was really diggin him. We went for a walk on the beach. Went back to his house, had coffee and ice cream. We watched Damon Waynans stand up and laughed our selves to sleep. He was a complete gentleman, didn't try no hanky panky or nothing. In the morning he took me to breakfast at Jack in the crack. Good times were had by all.

Saturdy evening he called me while I was in the Valley at a party for Sony Studios aunt. He was acting all bug aboo. Because I know I had told him about the party and he was claiming that he thought we were supposed to have dinner. I was like look I told you what I was doing today, why are you trippin? He just kept going on and on. I was getting pissed. plus I was drunk and he was killing my high, so I told him if he wanted to argue than I'll talk to him in the morning when I'm sober.

He called me all cracked out like telling me that he deserves to be treated better...blah blabl blah.. I don't like whiney men and I don't like listening to that shit. so I told him peace witht he two fingers, like Martin used to do on his show:

#3.Crazyc came by Saturday night. It started off cool. We were playing Uno. Watching Tv. when Prada called me late night 2am. I let the phone ring and Crazyc got so pissed at me. Was talking his shit all. I was so pissed at Prada. But more at myself... Crazyc know whats up but he don't want to see that shit...or hear the phone ring. He was really mad at me. It hurt.

#4 So as you can see I have no problem meeting them... I just meet the wrong ones. Or is it that I need to get my magnet fixed again? Like you do with your bank card...

#5 Saturday afternoon I took My ice skating. She got a little defeated and decided that really wasn't her thing. It wasn't mine either I didn't enjoy falling all over the freezing ice. Sony studios and her soon-to-be daughter in law came along too. It was nice to spend the afternoon with a mommyfriend. Later we went to Sonystudios' aunt's house, who was giving herself a b-day party. That was nice. You know since I told My it was a party she danced all the night long...wasn't no stopping her. Too funny I have pics maybe i'll share...still thinking about it.

Sunday I took My to the movies to see the Bee movie it was funny... I took her to Denny's afterwards to eat dinner and as we were leaving these two guys held the door open for us.I said "thank you" My says "Adios amigos!" It was so cute... I love my little muchkin.

Note to self: please write about the retarted people at work.

Fly by night

ok, folks here's the thing. this has to be short and sweet.

As you've guessed it I have no access to a computer on a regualr basis....super sad!!!

Here's a quick update on the life:
1. Currently, I'm in Springfield, Il. on a business trip...there ain't shit out here; but, corn and white folks. Ain't shit to do; thus, the time to post in the lobby. I'm sittin next to this young white army dude right now (who's been on the computer since I got here on Monday...non-stop) he's all up in my business. Prolly cus the whole time I been here I been up in his.

2. I love my new job... It's really cool. There are some punk ass bitches that I would love to express my feelings about...but there just ain't time.

3. I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEE my new appartment. It is so fresh. I had a house warming and it was off tilt. It ended up turing into a house party then into a slumber party... too much fun was had by all.

4. Mr. Wonderful and I broke up. Yes, I know.
I really can't discuss it because it feels like the subject is still so hot on me, it might melt my insides.
He and I just recently started emailing each other again, but it looks like we're way back at January 2007 again; when I barely mentioned his existence to you all....
Why did we break up you ask....The answer is simply confusing. I think that's why it hurts; because I don't understand it. I asked him "where did he see this relationship going?" and it went all down hill from there. I wish I could tell all the details...It's just not the place right now....

5. I am back fooling around with crazychris...shut up. I'm human and I'm falable. He had to help me move; since, Mr.Wonderful didn't even call me after our incident. And one thing lead to another and I'm back tangled in his shit.

6. I'm talking to this other guy that we'll call PRican. he's cool. really laid back...yall (something I picked up here in nowheresville, Il.) would like him...ha ha I say that like I have power over who reads this.....I don't got that power but I sure know who you are if you do.....My spidey senses.

7. Flores and I have been spending a lot of time together. His son's mother moved to Florida. So he's been really depressed lately.... damn I love his lips....every woman should own a pair of her very own.

8. MY starts kindergarten in September....this is a big deal...TRUST ME!

9. I'm wearing my real hair...like the picture on my page now....

10. I have been a little depressed lately due to the issues with mr. wonderful but ...I'm trying to get through it....

watch me now... pray for me...

KISSSESSSSSS until the next time I can post....

My Christmas Vacay...

10% of the people born in Mexico live in the United States. Isn’t that a crazy statistic? I bet half of that 10% live in California.

How was yall’s Holiday? My holiday was beautiful.

CrazyC and I made up on Thursday…if that’s what they call it. I had a headache and he came over to help me get rid of it. He gave me a hot bubble bath, massage and a nice time to boot.

Friday I went to work and left work early and went and did a little shopping.

Saturday I went to my aunt’s house in Fontana, with my sister. We ate and played games (we are a game playing family). We left there about 9pm. Got home. Wrapped all my gifts.

Sunday I went to church. After church I called CrazyC to see if might want to go with me to my sister’s that evening, he said yes and to call him when I was done with shopping. SO I went to Toys R Us, Target, Sav-Ons and the 99 cent store (all in about and hour and fifteen minutes, yes I am a master shopper).

Once we got home I called Crazy C to see if he was going to come with me, he said yes. I told him that I would be ready in about thirty minutes and that I would call him when I was done. I finished getting dressed and cleaned the bathroom and called him. He didn’t answer, so I left a message telling him that I would be leaving in ten minutes so if he wanted to go for him to call me back before then. It was 6:30pm.

Do you know that this nigga didn’t all me back until 8pm?! And what the fuck was his excuse? “I had to get gas.” So he was getting gas from 6:30 to 8. I was sooo mad. Angry. Furious. I just hung up on him when he told me that stupid ass shit.

So we made cookies for Santa and drank brandy and eggnog and watched movies and laughed and giggled about just about nothing. When I got home, do you know that CrazyC did not call me?

Monday Morning, MY woke and she was Tooo happy! She was so excited. She said “thank you thank you thank you mommy for all my presents!” I could cry. She was so appreciative it was amazing that she was so thankful.

Her dad came over and she opened gifts with him. Then we got dressed and went to bigsis’s. Opened more gifts there. Bigsis brought me a Coach bag.

Then we left to Yas’s house. We ate food. Played games. Ate more food. Played more games. And went home.

At home, MY and I played with her toys. She was so happy.

CrazyC still didn’t call me. Flores called. Catchacase called. Bobby called (because he’s fucken out of his mind). But no CrazyC.

Tuesday, I laid in the bed all day. I didn’t make dinner until 9pm. I just was lazy and no one called to bother me.

This morning, I saw my stepbrother this morning. Believe it or not he recognized me. He walked up to me in Target and gave me a hug. He was never that type. Never the type to say hello if he knew you.

Whatever pops in my mind:

1. I was talking to a “friend” of mine on the phone yesterday. She was telling me that she’d went to the OBGYN and that she was a first time patient so they had to take her medical history. The nurse asked her how many times she had been pregnant. She told her. The nurse replies “Well, you’re just fertile- Mertyl now aren’t you?” How rude!

2. I took an instant HIV test Sunday, after church. It doesn’t matter how long the wait is two weeks or twenty minutes…it’s always a horrible experience. (I’m fine by the way)

3. Bobby is back to his old tricks…calling me forty eleven times.

4. Chris and I we’re such an odd couple. It’s more a war of the roses type deal with us than a fairy tale.

5. MY’s party was sooooo fun! The jumper folks got there four hours late; but all’s well. She had a great time…. She was so happy. That’s all that matters. I should, but I won’t go into what my punk ass baby daddy did this day. Maybe I will. He calls me Friday and asks if I’m too tired to come by and pick up My’s gift. I say “I am too tired. I just came back from the grocery store and I worked a long day.” He says “Well do you think you can come by before the party starts tomorrow?” I say “no”. Do you know that ass hole had the nerve to catch an attitude with me? Then he calls, while My’s cutting her cake and says “I’m going to have my friend (D…the guy I kinda sorta think he dukey dicks with) drop off her gift. I have to be at work at 4.” It was 2:00.

6. MY has a boyfriend at school. His name is Oscar.

7. The CEOO of Corinthian Colleges (which is the conglomerate that owns the college for which I work and attend on-line courses with) came to my school today. He told me I was a “pretty little thing”. Should I sue for sexual harassment?

8. I brought my daughter up to school with me the other day. One of the massage therapy instructors says “She looks like a little puppy” I damn near hauled off and hit her ass. My kid does not look like a fucking puppy!

9. Payless Shoe Stores is really trying to do something now and days.

10. That damn Chris Brown is really asking for a grown ass woman (like myself) to scoop him up.

11. I love spicy tuna.

12. My Asian employee (aka the gangsta ninja) is should an asshole. Maybe I shouldn’t write that because what if he reads this?

13. I love Tamia’s new CD. She needs to shoot who ever her PR rep is they are not putting the effort into promotion that this CD deserves. It is hot. And I’m not even particularly a fan of love ballads.

14. I’m afraid that when I go to court next week for my tickets they might put me in jail.

15. I called my landlord to make arrangements with him to pick up my rent and he tells me “Jen, I think I might go up on your rent. I don’t know how much…but I like you know when I decide.” What kind of bullshit?

16. I tried out for this dance company a couple weeks ago and I didn’t tell anyone for fear that I might not get the position. I got a letter last Saturday (at MY’s birthday party) that said I was accepted. Yeah me!

17. Rhiana (is that how you spell her name?), well the girl that sings that song “SOS means someone help me….blah blah” well her. She looked like an alien on the Billboard Awards. I told my sister she must’ve thought she was going to loose. Because if she knew she was going to win there is no way she would’ve #1 wore what she had on and #2 not have gotten her done by a professional.

18. The back of my hair is so nappy right now. I have it in a wrap so no one can see but if Crazychris gets the urge to run his fingers through my hair (which will never happen because he knows that I’m a Black woman and I will tear a hole in his chest if he decides to touch my hair…except on the nights before my hair appointment) the nappiness well cut his fingers off.

19. I have not even brought ONE gift for Christmas. Honestly, I haven’t even thought about it.

20. Some quiz I took:
You Have A Type B+ Personality
You're a pro at going with the flow
You love to kick back and take in everything life has to offer
A total joy to be around, people crave your stability.

While you're totally laid back, you can have bouts of hyperactivity.
Get into a project you love, and you won't stop until it's done
You're passionate - just selective about your passions

Do You Have a Type A Personality?

Tyra, Oprah and Beyonce

I just thought I would give a shot out to my girls...One day I'm going to be in thier circle of money.....

Crazychris and I are still together....I love him. He is stuck on this baby thing though. It worries me. What if?... We talked about moving in together. He soooo wants to be the MAN. It's too funny...I won't go in to it.

GUESS WHO CALLED ME YESTERDAY? BOBBY!! He called me like we're friends. I was so on the What-the-fuck-mode...You stalk me, call my house four hundred times and then finally I have to threaten to get the po-po and you leave me alone for ten seconds now you're calling me again...CrAzInEsS!

My's birthday is today!!! She's four years old. I'm going to have a birthday party for her tomorrow...That should be interesting.

"she got an ass like a loaf of bread"

*Pharell's new CD is kinda hot. I would have never brought it but since Target got me with the 11.88 I had to. i love it. you should buy it too.

*my momma had to get in the mix with bobby and call his momma after I threatened to call the po-lice. my momma called his momma. he ain't called since.

*i think i'm trying to get a cold. i keep snifflin...i knew putting my daughter in preschool would bring home the pathogens!

*bigsis is pissed at me because i told her she needs to start beating the shit out of my little nephew. she got pissed but, fuck, its the truth! the boy is hell fire.
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she needs hit his ass with a quick upper cut to the gut. to hell with the fact that he's 5. he smart enough to tell my sister that she needs to get a tummy tuck, he smart enough to get thrown across the room.
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she ain't called or nothing. whatever. the rest of the family keep tip toeing around the issue. she can be pissed if she want to but, she bet not ask me for no bail money when he get 12.
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anyways.

*my daughter had an allergic reaction on monday. (she's ok...she's allergic to everything, I think my devil seed nephew gave her some of his eggs on sunday evening and it caused her to break out or she's allergic to the new bed tent I brought her from Ikea)I had to take her to the hospital, which meant I couldn't go into work.
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why did my boss get pissed at me and try to write me up?
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had i been in a bad mood she would have felt the pimp the hand of JENNY. aint' had to use it in a while but I still remember how.

*why did bullshit ass ken (the guy with the boys n the hood outfit) tell my sister's boyfriend SS that I just stopped calling him for no reason...he know his ass was wrong for that outfit. There WAS a reason! with his silk pant suit.

that's it. kisses

Now, Al Green knew bout love..

All day Al Green has been haunting my head all day.

"Lay your head on my pillow
Hold your warm and tender body close to mine
Hear the whisper of the raindrops
Blow softly against my window pain late at night

Make believe you love me one more time
For the good times
For the good times"


Aiight folks… back to the retardedness of my life…


I broke up with bobby a couple of weeks ago. The feeling I kept having about him got the best of me. I guess I had to “let em go, looks like another love tko…” his ass is taking it hard. He will not stop calling me. Matter of fact he calls me more. I had to threaten to call the po-lice and ya’ll should know how irritated I had to be to get them involved.

He still called me thrice today.




My weekend was off chain.

My (my three year old) went to spend time with her father a.k.a. the babysitter.

My asked me “mommy, I wanna go to my daddy’s house.”
I said “coo, let me call him for you so you can tell him”
( I get the phone for her, dial his number and hand her the phone)
She says “Daddy, I wana go your house.”
Pause…she listens.
Then she says “Yeah, Mommy! You gotta take me to the babysitter!!”
I look at her like ‘what?!’ She repeats “Daddy is the babysitter.”

I promise, I did not put the thought in her head.





Friday night I fell asleep before I could even get out and do anything. 8:30 my ass was prolly snoring and all. I worked 60 hours last week. 60 fucken free hours. I get paid salary so overtime is basically free.

Saturday, I got my toes done… the stupid ass woman at the nail shop was polishing my nails sideways. I had to stop her mid-polish and tell Juvy (my regular girl) to get over there and show her how it was done. My toes are too cute now.

I went to the Bachelorette party of my daughter’s father’s cousin. (some ghetto ass shit.) .

It was nice. The sister of the girl getting married gave her a $500 check. I had to call my sister and let her know what the going rate for bridal shower gifts is.

At the end of the party the strippers showed up… I’m not that into strippers; but the other ladies were; especially, my daughter’s father’s sister. She was screaming and pretending to pass out and throwing her laundry money at them. I was the stale quiet one in the corner praying neither of them tried to touch me.

The first stripper that came in, lets call him Uncle, was kind of chunky. He had on an army uniform and his belly kinda hung over the pants in a I-really-fix-toilet-drains-for-a-living sort of way. He had a gold tooth and fat cheeks. He had on this silly ass hat that didn’t even match with his army motif. I guess he must’ve needed a hair cut.…

He took his clothes off and his penis had pom-poms on it. I fell out. All the ladies turned around and were looking at me like I was the one trippin.

The other stripper, lets call him Bam Bam., was chocolate and had made sure to oil up his ENTIRE body before coming out. He was working hard for the money. He was real little though. Like petite in a way. He was kinda cute in his little army-man outfit.

The two of them did their little routine and came back out in just their g-strings. Bam Bam had on some damn slouch socks and black boots that were like a size two. I pointed it out to my unofficial ex-sister in law and we both fell out laughing.

Bam Bam had shaved his chest and the hair was starting to grow back so when he climbed on my lap and started humping me, I could feel it raking against my cheek. I screamed, which made him think I liked it, so he flipped around and put his face in my lap and his legs on my shoulders…. I was stuck. I said “I don’t like this. Please stop.” He stood up and went over to my ex-sister in law and she went wild. I felt violated.

Uncle took out three bagels and covered them with whip cream and began to pretend they were two breasts and a vagina. He slurpted and sucked those bagels clean I TELL YOU.

Then Bam Bam took a Japanese cucumber (if you never seen one, they’re really LONG) and pretended to be having sex with the bagel…I fell out laughing again, got crazy looks again.

The last little ditty was Bam Bam doing a solo to “Whine for me” by R. Kelly. That was the best of all.




Sunday I went to BBKings Blues Club. My home girl ALEX is the next big super star and she did a showcase there. Her ass is going to be somebody someday. Her manager is thinking about changing her name… he doesn’t think it’s catchy enough.

On a side note, my home girl Martinez was there and I barely even recognized her…she looked old and lived in. Like women who’ve lived on the street or something. She looks rough. Should I say something to her? I would want her to tell me.



Then Sunday night Flores, this guy I used to date back in the day who had moved to Arizona for a bit but just moved back, came by…We watched Road to Perdition (One of my absolute favorite movies...Tom Hanks plays a gangsta!) and ate the popcorn that my co-work Lilah bought me and cuddled. I can’t do nothing for another three weeks, doctors orders… trust me … I wanted to but I didn’t. So it was a nice friendly evening.
I picked My up Monday. Boy was she ready to come home. She told me “I had enough daddy money.” I think she’s been here before.

I need a full body massage.

Zane's ass can write a book can't she... I'm reading Afterburn. It is hot!

Anyway, I have been having mixed feelings about Bobby from the get go. I was going to have the "break up" talk with him on Friday and I found out he's emotional too. Carl Thomas read him right "I'm emotional and I can't let go.."

He's very quite. I mean having a conversation with him is like finding a sale at the Beverly Center...extremely rare. I like to talk (as you may have discovered from my writing) all I get from him is yes. fine. ok. no.

My mom's suggestion is to always write out a pros and cons list, when trying to make difficult decisions. The pros and cons were about even. It's just that I and not happy.

I'm not. Everyone else seems to be. He is. My daughter is. My family likes him. I am not. It's not the commitmentphobia problem it's something else. It's not a fearful feeling. It's not a 'I might miss out on something' feeling. It's a...I can't put my finger on it. I'm just not happy. He drinks too much. He's jealous. He's demanding. Yet he's all those things in a sweet way...see my frustration? Maybe I'm not explaining it right.

I used the old 'You don't talk much, so, I really don't think we have much in common' speech. That led to him giving me an hour spill on ALL of the things I didn't know about him. Some are rather scary (in about a year or so this mob guy may be after him...no lie), some explained the way he is who is better.

After his spewing out of past history, he all of a sudden wants to talk. Ask me questions. Suddenly his interested is so peeked that I finally had to tell him to shut up...

I fell asleep on the love seat angry at myself. He laid on the floor next to me with one hand gripped on my arm.

The next morning we went to Santa Catalina Island. It was his first time. An old boss/friend of mine bought the tickets. The rest of the couples were my co-workers. He was the perfect date. I couldn't have wished for a better date. He was kind and considerate (like he always is), he made friends with one of my co-workers fiances and he talked and laughed and was a wonderful guy. He snorkled and drank cocktails on the beach and he was fantastic! I was in love with Catalina Bobby.

When we got home it was completely different, Bigsis called and I went in to the bathroom to talk to her (I had the runs since we'd gotten home...just trying to keep it real) and he got pissed at me because he said I went in to the bathroom to talk to another guy. That reuined the whole day.

The next day we got into an arguement because I told him I was tired and didn't want to have sex. He says that I must not "love" him then. How old are we 17? Sex doesn't equal feelings.

Monday my mom called me and said she had a dream about me being missing and Bobby (of whom she's never met) called her to tell her he hadn't seen me in days. When she asked him had he called the police he hung up.

I just don;t know.

I do know that one of my employees is getting on my damn nerves. He is driving me fucking crazy! To the point where I hardly want to come to work and deal with him and his behavior. I really want to scream. I guess it's hard for you to except orders from some that you use to work with. Especially after you applied for the same position. But the best woman won...get over it. I am seriously going to have to take it to the next level with him.

My, my daughter, is getting so big. She is the reason I wake up and do it all again. I am glad I had the strength to have her.

I have been really depressed this last week. I think mainly becuase my mind needs rest from everything that's been going on in my life. I just came back from vacation but I feel like I neeed a vacation.

Girl I think you fine, holla at me.

My vacation was fantastic.

Saturday. I flew into Fort Lauderdale. Sony Studios met my at the baggage claim. Mom picked us both up from the airport. We got to moms house. Huge home. Five bedrooms, three baths, den, patio, pool, two backyards, front yard, lovely. My jumped her bathing suit and got in the pool. Sonystudios, Bigsis (she and the kids flew in Friday night) and I got dressed for the club.

We went to the “Blue Martini”. It was cool. Moms said she had seen it, one night when she’d gone to the movies… it was mostly white people. No offense but we were the only chocolate drops there. 3 martinis’ cost $36; so we each only had one drink. We hung out there for a while. We got our hand stamped and left out. Some guy told us the black clubs were down the street. We caught one of those things were the guy pedals and taxi’s you to your destination on a bike. He was sweating like a damn hog. The three fat booty’s on the back of the bike; had his ass working for a tip.

The second club was called Elite. It was tiny. There were plenty of booties shaking and breast hanging out, bullet wounds, stretch marks, weaves and wigs, gold teeth (fronts and full). We meet some guy that we named Chris Brown.

We walked back to the car and we were going to stop at Denny’s but; the racist acts of our waitress forced us to leave.

Sunday. We went to Universal Studios. My got to participate in Fear Factor Live, her favorite show. It was too hot for us to enjoy it really. We didn’t even get to see the whole thing…but what we saw was crackin. We were too tired to do anything when we got home. Sleep fell upon us.

Monday. We took the boat to the Bahamas. It was fun. There was an outbreak of malaria. We decided to not go on shore because of that. We snorkeled, danced, ate all day long…it was too fun.

Tuesday. Early that morning we went to the beach. It was beautiful. I walked about a mile out and the water was at my waist. The water was warm. My nephews and I made “people” in the sand. I love the beach there.

My mom and step dad cooked. It was too good. Greens, cornbread, macaroni and cheese, potato salad…yummy. I was too stuffed.

That evening we walked to the beach and watched a 23 minute fireworks show. We the walked promenade and I even rode the mechanical bull.

That night my cousin, sort of, took us to South Beach to Party. It was off the chain.

Wednesday. That morning we went to some all you can eat restaurant…that was too good. Sony Studios missed her flight that morning. But she caught one at the same time that evening.

My first flight to the ATL was rough; but it was only and hour. I then had to sit in the ATL airport for 3 hours. Once I got on the plane I sat on the runway for an hour and a half waiting for electrical storms to end. My flight was too scary, it dropped and I could see the lighting out the window, the electricity keep turning off, it was terrifying.

I didn’t get home until 1:30am Pacific time. I was and still am tired.

Catchacase came by last night and told me that he has to turn himself in to the police tomorrow he has been going through court the last couple of months. He was driving and his friend had a gun in the car…they both were charged.

I was going to break up with Bobby yesterday…Reasons to be explained in a later post… but since I can’t bring Catchacase with me to Catalina on Saturday (my old boss Kos is paying for it and she already brought the tickets) so I have to take him.

Why don't Asian people like cheese?

the following two paragraphs are highly explosize..not for the weak at heart.

i am so fucken mad at my babby-daddy (ole ghetto bullshit). i called him on father's day to ask him why he didn't call me and say "happy father's day" and he asked me if he could watch My on thursday june 22 and 23. i told him fine. that was a good idea because My's school is closed friday (how the hell a day care provider gone go on vacation?) so i really need him to be there for me and watch her. he said he understood the importance of this and he would definitely watch her.

why did he call me thursday night and say that he couldn't do it because he was over his friend's house? he's a fucken bastard. no good father been in a two year college since i met his ass in 1999 half ass workin part time for church's chicken tramp.


relax. relate. release.

thursday catchacase came by. he just came to bring me some dinner and hang out. no sex. no kissing. none of that so..don't start tripping on me.he did ask me to go to the movies with him friday to see that tyreese flick. i said yes...i'm weak-help me.

on friday i was mad at bobby because i had left my cellphone at home while at work and when i got home there were 14 missed calls ALL from him. I was pissed.

i called him. pissed.I say "what is your problem!" he responds "my bad, you never leave your phone i was worried" i say "why were you calling so much?" he says " i was mainly calling you because i wanted to buy My some shoes..." i felt bad...he brought my daughter shoes. so sweet.

friday I took my weave down (yes, i am keeping it o-so real) and washed my hair. my crop is way too thick. i had a massive afro so i sat at home eating ice cream watching "girl interuppted" (as you can see from my site address one of my favorite movies). catchacase didn't call me.

saturday one of my instructor's daughters braided my hair. i was heated because she arrived late and stopped to take a four hour lunch in the middle leaving me with a fourth of my hair not done by the time i went to sleep.

bobby's cousin brought bobby over in the middle of me getting my whip done, he was drunk. so drunk that he sat on the floor beside me and fell asleep. then suddenly he woke up put a bag of braid hair in his mouth and fell back to sleep. I was so embarassed.

i texted catchacase to tell him how pissed i was at him for not calling me and some wrote back "catchacase is in the hospital, he got hit on his motorcycle." I called his mom she said he was at northridge hospital. i called but he didn't answer the phone. i'm afraid to call him back.

sunday morning the chic came back to finish my hair.

bigsis and i made plans to go eat at ihop and then venture into one of the most ghetto fabulous places in los angeles the slauson swapmeet. rims and white tees as far as the eye can see. asian folks selling us our souls; quantified in braid hair, nugget gold, bootleg cd's and knock off clothing. we were looking for sandals. no luck.

bobby called me and told me and bigsis to come over to his brother's house. his brother is FIZZZZZZZINE. i mean, i wish i met him first fine. so fine i try not to look directly in his eyes for fear that i may slip.

bobby introduced bigsis to him and they hit it off. i think they feeling each other.

we all ended up at my house, bobby ordered pizza nad we watched "boyz in the hood"...dang 1993 was along time ago....we gettin old yall.

AMP texted me yesterday asking for my sunday evening. i told him i'd be in the bahamas that day. i think he thought i was lying cus he never wrote me back.

Where Have I been?

We’re still together. No problems. I’m learning to “be” in a relationship.

I guess it’s kind of hard for me, because I haven’t been in a real relationship for almost three years. I mean I’ve been close (Classic, Rickroc, Ruben) but not with someone who feels the way that Bobby feels about me. Not in a long time.

It’s just that he already knows that he has strong feelings for me…he’s told me, on several occasions. The things is I have feelings for him…I think I even love him…(Major psychological break through with that comment) but I am not as set in conviction as he is about his feelings.

When he says ‘I love you” to me there is no hesitation, no apprehension, its fluid and he means it.

I am so fearful when I’m about to say it to him that I seem to have to think about what I’m about to say, then inhale and exhale it out. What’s up with me? Have I been so scorned that I’ve developed a fear of intimacy? I think so.

Sony studios and I had a long conversation about this last night.

I got issues. Abandonment issues. Intimacy issues. Trust issues. But it seems these issues mainly revolve around my romantic relationships. I didn’t use to be this way. I use to live and love freely.

I think back to a guy I dated name Ravi. I was free then…sort of dumb but free of this baggage. Now I’m that girl Erykah Badu warned “You might miss your bus, cause you got to much stuff…”

I got to get back to old me. 2001 me! (well not everything about 2001 Jenny, I want to get back to.) but the Care free and no issues chic, who was light and ready for what ever came her way.

Sigh. I need a vacation…oh yea I’m going to the Bahamas in 14 days!

help, i've falling and I can't get up.

I haven’t been posting lately. There’s so much that I should’ve written but just didn’t have the time.

AMP and I have faded to black. I think he has some issue with the fact that I have a child and that for me is a deal breaker.

Bobby and I are an item, I guess. We’ve been spending all our time together. Every weekend is a set date.

But, last week he started doing this very odd thing. At the end of one of our conversations he said “Love you.” I was shocked. What do I say to this? It stunned me. How do I respond? Do I say ‘love you too’ if I don’t really mean it? Do I question him about IT? Or do I just pretend IT never happened until I’m really ready to say IT?

Well I guess I choose a road that has gotten me sunk into something I really don’t know how to handle. I reciprocated. And now it’s like I’m pushed into saying IT every time we speak.

Now, it’s not that I don’t…you know him. I have very strong feelings for him and I think he’s a great guy, most of the time. It’s just I don’t have that floating on air, can’t live with out you type feeling that I think I’m supposed to have. I just have a genuine nice feeling for him, not necessarily love.

I know, I know I shouldn’t haves said IT if I didn’t really mean IT. But I feel like one day I will… Some day’s I feel like I definitely do. Other’s I think I could just peel my eyelashes off.

He the sweetest guy most days... Rubs my feet, brought me groceries, Loves MY, family orientated, works hard...He's just an East side boy to the core. He does sometimes convert into that old standing on the block bull shit that I can't stand. That fucken white-tee and jeans shit. That pronouncing words with the 'ed' shit. I HATE IT!!!!

But most days he's kind and speaks intelligently and vividly and is romantic and honest.The other day after what sounded like a guilt tripped phone call with his granny he says to me “Will you marry me?” I don’t answer I just frown at him and walk into the bathroom. I didn’t really have to go I just didn’t want to have to look at his face to see if he was serious. He puts his face on the bathroom door and says “Marry me and take me away from all of this” I yell through the door, “not if that’s the only reason”, he laughs. I could still hear him against the door. I open it and he wraps his arms around me… “Next year…” I say “Next year what?” He says “Marry me next year.” I break away from him because I was having an anxiety attack that I severely needed to disguise, and say “Come on let’s go…” I grab our coats and open the door.

I think…ok I’ll be serious I know that I have a fear of commitment. I have stressful anxiety about it, get constipated over it…I know. But wouldn’t I feel different if this truly was the ONE. That is if there were such a thing? Is it me?

i should be working...

1. What bill do you hate paying the most?
all of them (rent, cable, Edison, Comcast, Cingular, Gas, etc.)

2. What's the best place to eat a romantic dinner?
at home

3. Last time you Puked from Drinking?(Details)
Everydamn time I drink, I’m getting old yall.

4. When is the last time you got drunk and woke up in a strange place?
um…never had this happen

5. Name of your First Grade Teacher?
Ms. Dalane

6. What do you really want to be doing right now?
sleeping.

7. What did you want to be when you were growing up?
a teacher and a mommy…my mom has me on video saying just that.

8.How many colleges did you attend before you settled on the one you graduated from?
Two CSULA and FMU…how many did I visit first? who knows?!

9. Why did you wear the shirt that you have on right now?
I didn’t need to iron it.

10. Gas Prices! First Thought?
Thieves in suits

11. If you could move anywhere and take someone with you where would it be and who would you take?
Costa Rica…AMP and my daughter of course.

12. First Thought When the alarm went off this morning?
It didn’t

13. Last thought before Falling asleep last night?
I was playing a game of “guess the body part” on my cell phone with Crazychris so my last thought was leg or neck?

14. Favorite style of Underwear?
booty shorts

15. Favorite style of Underwear for the opposite sex?
boxer briefs

16. What Errand/Chore do you despise?
Dishes!!!!

17. If you didn't have to work would you?
Nope. I shop all day and drink margaritas in a bikini.

18. Sex or Sleep?
SEX!!!! then sleep for a little while... and then SEX!!!

19. Your Favorite Cartoon Character?
toss up between hello kitty and Tinkerbell

20. Favorite non sexual thing to do at night with a girl/boy?
read

21. A secret that you wouldn't mind everyone knowing?
my bottom teeth are crooked.

22. What was your First Car?
89 Chevrolet cavalier

24. Your Favorite Lunch Meat?
none

25. What do you get every time you go into a WAWA?
What the hell.... is WAWA?

26. Beach Or Lake?
Beach

27. Do you think Marriage is an outdated ritual that was invented by people who died at 20?
No

28. Who do you Stalk on myspace?
I don't stalk anyone I am too busing reading other folks blogs.

29. Favorite Guilty Pleasure?
Butter pecan Ice Cream!

30. Favorite Movie you wouldn’t want anyone to find out about.
Drum line

31. What's your drink?
Malibu Bay breeze or a Washington apple Martini

32. Cowboys or Indians?
Cowboys are rough but Indians have such a sexy skin color…oh wait that’s not what this question meant…

33. Cops or Robbers?
Robbers all day…

34. Do you cheer for the bad guys?
depends on who it is…

35. What Hollywood star do you think resembles you best?
Holly Robinson-Peete…but people are on some bullshit.

34. If you had to pick one which cast member of Sex and the City would you be?
Carrie.

37. What do you want when you are sick?
quiet time, snuggle time and spicy soup

38. Who from High School would you like to run into?
no one really. Who do I want to STOP running into is more like it.

39. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now?
93.5 KDAY

41. Stifler or Oz?
Stifler!

42. Norm or Cliff?
What?

43. The Cosby Show or the Simpsons?
The Cosby Show all day…

44. Worst Relationship Mistake that you wish you could take back?
not following my first instincts with my daughter’s father had…

47. What Famous person would you like to have dinner with? Alive or Dead?
Tupac and Josephine Baker…

49. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purpose?
um…no

50. Last book you read for real? ????
The G-Spot

51. Do you have a teddy bear?
yes…From when I was 4. “Bear-Bear” is his name. The only innocent thing I have other than my elephant.

54. How many times a day do you text?
more than 10.

55. at this point in your life would you rather start a new career or relationship?
relationship

56. Do you go to church?
Sometimes

58. Describe your favorite Day?
Every day is my favorite day... why? because i'm still alive to experience it.

60.How many jobs have you had?
14

61. What would be your "dream job"?
ballerina


62. What do you want to achieve in life?
I want to be successful, happy, for people that I love to know that I love themand know that someone loves me.

Read the other post first.

My Weekend started on Thursday. Sony Studios was here from out of town because she had a dental appointment...believe it. So in celebration of my bestfriend being in town we had to get out.

We went to this Reggae spot. It’s generally kind cool. This White MC that for some reason everyone feels is dope…he’s not. But it was hot because Red Rat performed he had in cracking in there.

We left out and had to wait for a damn hour for the valet.

I didn’t get home until 4 am . I was trying to push up on me some AMP love since I was so close but I was too tired.

Friday morning I had planned on getting to work at 7:30 to deal with some issues I’ve been having with the morning students But I woke up at 10:00am. What the hell?

Friday evening MY went to her dad’s so he could play dad for the day. My school had graduation. I teach in front of thirty people everyday and think I was so nervous to talk in front of a group for graduation.

That night I went home to enjoy some quite time alone and ordered a pizza. Catchacase called me and asked me if I wanted to go to a movie I was feeling like company so I agreed to go with him. It was sweet.

That morning my key was stuck in my car ignition. Some ole bullshit I suppose. But I didn’t really want to go anywhere and leave my shit that way. SO I took it to my sister’s a rode with her the whole day since my mechanic is closed on the weekends. We took the kids on a fantastic day. They had so much fun… The Movies lunch and the park. They didn’t know what to do! All the while it was a set up because BigSis and I were trying to get out that night.

I took My to my grandmothers. At my grandmother’s “Mother’s day Request”.

Bigsis, Yas, their dark skin I-got-to-be-on-a-plane-so-I’m-going-to-fuck-up-every-body’s-night-with-R.Kelly friend and I went to this club in Long Beach. It was cool Except for the fact that, all the men that weren’t there to pick up scantly clad white women had round bellies. We drank and laughed and had a good ole time.

Some guy told me he used to dance for immature and that he had two tickets at will-call if I wanted to go. I must’ve laughed so hard…First of all immature doesn’t even exist anymore….second of all…no there is no second of all.

We left there and went to Denny’s. We’re sitting down eating and I see my home girl Sani. We damn near blew up when we saw each other! I was tripping because her ass lives in New York now and she was tripping because she said She knew my ole crazy ass had some mad ass Billie goat laughs in store for everyone at our table.

Well we’re sitting there laughing at my drunk ass. When we look out the window we see Yas’s 2007 Camry being towed away. We all were sitting there like WHATTHEFUCK! We run outside and stop the tow truck driver his ass throws a card at us and we’re left sitting there like thieves. We toss some money at the lady at the counter at Denny’s and hop in a cab. He takes around to where the car was.

All I can say is four intoxicated, educated but still know how to cuss yo ass out black women at 3am and their car has just been towed. Trouble, trouble, trouble…. Needless to say the police were called and we ended up filing suit with the bogus ass company this morning.

My Mother’s Day…
I woke up to three dozen red roses from AMP. He took me to a fabulous early breakfast. I felt like fabulousness.

Bobby took me to a birthday party for his cousin’s daughter: a water slide and an air-jump, cotton candy machine and water guns and popcorn and hot dogs…MY had too much fun. I met his family. Scary. Now does that mean I’m like his girl friend or something? *Shivers*

After the party he took me to Bertha’s for Gumbo, neckbones, macaroni and cheese, red beans and rice and corn bread. I loves to eat so I had an enjoyable time.