So I went to dinner with kisz4tj nem. Not to see her mind ya (cuz I can't sttttttaaaaaaannnnnnddddddd her with her cute azz shoes, fit, bag, hair, smile, teefes...ALLADAT!) BUT...to see her daughters, T and J whom I ADORE! We go to this spot that is like the Chucky Cheese for Mars. Yall don't know it but I hate Chucky Cheese. I've gone once and vowed to never, ever, EVER go again.
Well this heffa don't play by the rules. See...we have a code. If we go to dinner, the adults split the tab REGARDLESS if eighteen of the kids are with one adult. That's OUR code. We do that for each other ya know? Always have...always will.
Check time. K tries to tell the chick on the low low to bring it to her.
She doesn't know who she's dealing with.
I put my game face on.
K sees my game face and starts RUNNING IN THE DIRECTION OF THE DAMN SERVER AND I AM NOT LYING! AND ME? HELL...I'M A TOMBOY BY TRADE...I RUN THE HELL AFTER HER AZZ AND KNOCK HER OUT THE WAY WITH MY CARD IN HAND.
She has her card in hand...I got my card in hand...we running, shoving, pushing, pulling hair and...DYING, DYING, DYING LAUGHING! LIKE...TEARS!
This 16 inch heel wearing heffalump STABS MY DAMN BIG TOE WITH HER HIGH HEEL!
Yall...I saw stars and ish like my name was Tweety Bird and Sylvester. I slumped across the wall trying not to black the hell out from the pain and some large dude was talking bout something that I couldn't make out.
Lawwwwwwwwd today! That mess HURT!
The kid went DOWN-T for the count. I hobbled back to my seat and let her azz pay. I had no mo fight in me cuz my toe was THROBBING!
AND THEN...THEN...we leaving and this heffa has the AUDACITY to ask why I had to walk like that...I looked at her azz in pure DISBELIEF AND WAS LIKE...CUZ YOU STOMPED MY DAMN TOE WITH YOUR DEVIL HEELS WOMAN! And yes...I did it smack dab in the middle of the skreet.
T and J are prolly packing their lil bags even as we speak. They were HORRIFIED that their mother and their T-Monnie was cutting up so bad in publiK. ROFL!
AW WELL...GOOD TIMES MAN...GOOD TIMES!
(Going ice my dang toe...wait till next one mo gin. Just wait. I got something for her...HUMPH!)
I am DEAD serious! He's more regular than the cable bill.
Send Barack $25 if ya can or if you're inclined to. If not...don't. Simple.
Dear Monica --
Tonight is the crucial financial reporting deadline for June.
Your support has gotten us this far, and I am grateful. But I need your help to take on John McCain, the Republican National Committee, and the shady so-called 527 groups that are dedicated to attacking this campaign using millions of dollars in unregulated contributions.
Together we are setting a new standard for how presidential campaigns will be organized and funded.
For the first time in a generation, a presidential campaign is putting staff in every single state for the general election. Our staff and the Obama Organizing Fellows are getting to work right now to build on grassroots energy in all 50 states.
On my way to the office this morning I was rocking to Jay Z.'s "Hollywood" on repeat. I had a spring in my step and I was grinning from ear-to-ear.
Today is gonna be a GOOD day! I can FEEL IT!
Tell me something fam...do you make TO DO lists? Are you successful using them? Do you keep some type of writing pad with you at all times JUST for TO DO lists? Do you have a scheduled time in the morning to WRITE your TO DO list? Do you cross things off your list as you complete them?
When I was growing up I was very quiet at home. Defense mechanism. Truly. I've shared with you guys about my father and how we never knew what we were getting ourselves into until we were knee deep in shit.
We were trained like little monkeys to line up next to him every night and kiss him goodnight. Sometimes he'd acknowledge us...sometimes he wouldn't. But we'd do it every.single.night. Fresh from our baths with powder on us in our pajamas.
Me: Goodnight Daddy.
Me: Goodnight Daddy.
Daddy: (kiss back and hug and BIG AZZ SMILE) Goodnight Baby Girl.
I learned to not let the silence hurt me. I learned by hearing what I wanted to hear out of his silence. By pretending he was the Daddy he was when he wasn't the giver of knee deep shit.
I just had the pleasure of being joined on my seat on the train by two VERY drunk lesbians who were LAUGHING about the fight they were just in where they beat some gay dude down before they ran to catch the train.
*BLINK* *BLINK* *BLINK* (Imagine how quiet and BLANK faced I was...ROFL!)
Then, I look across to see this very normal looking White chick in a lovely smock and FABU bag who had SCUFFED UP, BLEEDING KNEES!
Then along comes the friendly crackhead who stops in front of me and stands there without holding on to anything balancing and falling forward and backwards with the trains movements. I still don't know if said crackhead was male or female. Not that it matters ya know...but it made for INSTRASTIN pontificating.
Have I shared with yall how much I LOVE the burbs where I live yet? I do. I really, REALLY do.
I believe in people. I truly do. I believe that people, who are not under addictive influences, are good people. I believe people want to help. I believe people feel good after they have helped someone. I believe when presented with the opportunity...more people will choose to do the RIGHT thing...than won't. I believe that good people do bad things and I believe that people who have done bad things can do good things.
That said...don't think I'm taking any chances so that the BAD people or the people for whom desperation is a way of life have an opportunity to get at me. No siree BOB!
I believe in the goodness in everyone. I truly, truly, TRULY believe it until I see otherwise. If that makes me naive then so be it but my life has been such that I have SEEN the good in people. I have been helped and I have helped and will CONTINUE to do so.
I HAVE to believe.
I'm my mother's daughter and she was as good as good can get.
Sure...a hookup is cool. No problema. Anytime I can keep my money in my pocket...fo sho.
Don't get that ish twisted. I'm a GROWN.AZZ.WOMAN and can pay for whatever the hell I need or want.
Again...a hookup is always nice and I've been known to disburse a few myself from time to time to people for no other reason than they looked like they needed a treat and I was in the position to do so.
I'M A GROWN AZZ WOMAN PLAYA and whereas I might be light on cash at any given time because I'm trifling and never GET cash all it takes is for me to roll up on an ATM and all will be JUST fine. I don't NEED ish from you.