Randomness

First off, thank you so much for all the birthday wishes!

Secondly, no I have not been in an inebriated stupor for the past 4 days, I went out of town to a conference.

I'm in a shitty mood where I don't feel like doing anything but listening to my Baduizm, laying on my bed with the window open, curling in the fetal position and taking my ass to sleep.

No, I'm not even in the mood to blog but it's no longer my birthday and I felt like that entry should be moved down a bit.

I just choked on a piece of ice. That should say something about how my day has been going.

So may I share some random thoughts? Why, thank you.

- Don't call me just to talk about yourself.
There is nothing more that I hate than people who call my gawddamn phone, using up MY damn minutes to yak about they damn selves. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not some self-centered bitch (not ALL the time, anyway) and I can be a good listener, but don't call me up on some regular old "let me tell you about my day" shit and not even give my ass a chance to say uh huh" or "then what happened?" I mean, muthafukkas call me and get diarrhea of the mouth. But that's alright, see, cuz all I do is go silent on ya'll asses. I mean, deathly silent. I may even press the mute button, just to see how long it takes yo ass to realize that I don't give a shit about you going to Denny's and ordering the GRAND SLAM. Unless that shit has a finger in it or yo eggs came back green, spare me the boring shit. Damn. So if you ever called me and I went HELLA silent on that ass, whoomp dere it is - you were boring the shit outta me.

- You really see who cares about you on your birthday.
For real. You really see who cares enough to remember the day you were brought into the world and even if they are a day or two late, who cares enough to be apologetic when they realize they forgot (or it wasn't the day they thought it was).

- Driving drunk is terrible.
And I did it twice this weekend.

- I really, really love my high school peeps.
My hawk homie can feel me on this one. I don't know what it is about us folk that once rocked the shit outta some black and gold, but almost every time I see somebody from my high school it's a good experience. Smiles all around, no matter how well we knew each other. That's some cool shit man...especially regarding how big the school's enrollment was when I got outta there. 2800 strong, and that's just in 2003.

- 20 isn't so old....yet
Give me a couple of weeks in this 20 year old skin and I'll be able to elaborate on this one.

- Slim is in.
The feelings for him are real. How do I know? While shopping for myself (and racking up, I might add....), I ventured over to the men's side of Express and bought his ass a shirt. And.....I can't wait to see him in it. Next stop: coupleville. Ugh, I'm gonna be a couple again....and I'm not hating the thought one bit.


Real update tomorrow, I promise...I gotta let ya'll know why my boycott of Denny's is alive and kickin'.

Til then....