I'm so busy! Busy busy busy! I work and school everyday of the gd week! And i'm tired of it. Anywho on to other things...
So last night I'm sitting at this underground wine bar with on of my BRAND NEW lesbian friends that I work with, when she tells me that I'm a bad person. Hmmmmmm, why you ask? Because I'm acting like a boy she says. Let's back track shall we? There's this new boy in my life see, we'll call him "J". J works with me, and he's QUITE attractive if i do say so myself, and it just so happens that we've been spending a little quality time together (strictly first base here. he's cute, i'm cute, why not cuddle right?) now, J has the concrete reputation of being the playa if you will, which is FINE cause i can't say that I'm not doing a little playing of my own (you know me) but right now i KNOW he's just trying to get some ass. Now keep in mind this is not what he says (for some reason, guys are under this illusion that girls can't just hit it and quit it like they can), he says all the right things... to get me into to bed(which i love cause it's not gonna happen). Meanwhile I'm using him too. I just got out of this two year relationship with Dan (not sad at all) and I'm pretty much affection starved. So ALL I WANT is someone to tell me I'm pretty, stroke my cheek, hold my hand and call me to say "hey, let's watch a movie". WHICH I GET! So what's so bad about us using each other? and WHY does that make ME the bad person? WHY? Cause i don't have a penis? NOT FAIR! You would think another woman would be proud of my 2005 mind frame, but nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, I'm a bad person.
ARE you kidding me? Get the fuck outta here! Are you kidding me. Then she proceeds to tell me how twisted I am. And why? I'll tell you why, because she's mad that i picked J over her. Sorry 'bout it. Sad but true. Well deal with it Bitch, that's what i say.
Whew! Glad to get that out. MJ form the REAL WORLD is coming to the bar around the corner from my crib on the 23rd and Flickerstick is in T minus 8 days and counting. I've got my eyes on the prize and his name is Fletcher (or MJ)! OH YEAH BABY! Gimme some of that ROCK STAR/ REALITY SHOW luvin! In fact, i WANT to wake up the morning after with a groupie story. And i won't be happy if i don't. Hope all is well with all of my homies in WWW land.
AND TO KURTIS WITH A K.... SORRY I MISSED YOUR CALL HONEY! LOVE YOU MUCH, SEE YOU SOON, CALL YOU LATER! LOVE YOU BYE!