Dear GOD...

I'm having one of those days... one of those revealing days where actions and qualities are being exaggerated so i notice them.... or maybe it seems that way. Every attitude, every suck of the teeth, every instance where they think they know me so well they totally mis-read my intentions. Lord it makes me question their existence in my life... should they be here? is this what i have to look forward to?

Chuck it all that little devil on the side of me says... leave them be. and sometimes it sounds so good especially on days like this. So in the meantime.... see ya!

Forgetting your manners....

As I ran out the house this morning a bit behind but determined to catch the emptier train the cold air shocks me and once again my ankle feels like it's about to crack or die. "Walk it off, walk it off" I can hear my grandfather say so I push past and walk only as fast as a six foot girl in sneakers can. Still, short ppl really think they can do better so they walk in front of me, knowing I'm trying to past them, only to have the back of their shoe taken off... really, you should have known...

I get a seat on the train after a couple of stops standing and reading and at the last stop in Brooklyn I put my book away and get ready for my morning 20 min nap to 34th street... That is, until Park Place. It kills me, how regardless of the fact that it is rush hour and the train is packed it would be one person, one ignorant, got up on the wrong side of the bed, angry at the world, needs some good loving to get the stick out their ass person to start an argument about "you're touching me".

Unfortunately it was a black woman. Instead of realizing that perhaps some body parts will touch others, especially when you're blessed with a healthy rear, I think it's unfair to start off at someone because their butt touched yours. Let's think about this... his butt, touched her butt, would it be better if his bag touched your butt... he in fact did NOT touch her butt but in the course of standing on a train shaking side to side, his butt touched her butt... Heaven forbid.

so she starts arguing because of the butt touching to which he says what everyone was thinking, "Bitch". Now here is where I got mad, since I was on his side the whole time, but why call someone out their name cause they got an attitude with you? She did not call him any names just resented the fact that they butt-loved, sucked her teeth and muttered to herself loud enough for everyone to hear. Sure, she may have been acting "bitchy" but in no way does any woman deserve some idiot to call her a bitch just to make himself look good.

So I say to you Mr. Grease-haired man on the #2 train this morning who got his ass chewed out because he didn't pay attention in Manners class and Man training... Calling a woman a bitch is not a good idea. Calling a black woman a bitch is an even stupider idea, and calling a west-Indian woman a bitch....tsk.... If she'da took ur head off I would only have supplied the bag in which to put it in. It did not make you a man, instead, it just won you the...

Biggest Jerk of the Week Award.

Doggie care

Don't take this the wrong way but I like that ppl don't come to my house. I have been everywhere lately, everybody else's apts and no one has come to mine. Does it really bother me?... NO.

but i am thinking about getting a dog... maybe when i get a raise (hint hint bossman) i can really consider it. i need company (not necessarily human) and i'm tired of cats (the devils pet). i think i want my dog now. having a pet makes you come home b/c really, who wants to come home to a dead pet cause you weren't there to feed it... or step in a puddle of piss cause you weren't there to take it outside. and obviously this dog will have to be spayed or clipped cause i'm not dealing with a horny mutt.

i see having a dog as the first step to family... like having my apt is my first step to a house. Getting my affairs, bills and what not in order. keeping up with the household crap, you know all that grown up stuff. Having a child scares he bejesus outta me so if i can have a dog and not kill it, i think that would be a positive thing since these damn plants don't seem to last past a couple of days :)

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I Slave

and slave cleaning the house and all you do is come in the house and have no words. You don't notice a damn thing, so why work?

Yo, I am so feeling like an unappreciated housewife.

after an argument Sunday about a pot that was still in the fridge with food that should have been cleaned, Garette and I got into a heated discussion about responsibilities. He thought since I cooked, I should have seen the pot and cleaned it. I didn't need that pot when I cooked so why look for it and clean it? He on the other hand is home more often than me, why didn't he clean it? He says that he didn't look in the fridge. By the looks of his belly that didn't grow on its own, I would say, he's lying.

anyway, Monday afterwork I came home with a new swiffer dry sweeper ready to attack the apt with the help of my cleaning agents. I brought a mildew remover for the bathroom (which by the way is awesome, Lysol Mildow Remover, spray the area and watch it disappear), and Softscrub with bleach. My bathroom is sparkling. Plus, I bought a new bathroom decor, so it's now chocolate brown to go with the season. Then I organized the bathroom storage area.

then I put away the laundry which has been sitting there for a week. Three bags of laundry, both mine and Garette's. Cleaned up the living area and bedroom area (since I live in a studio it's all one area really). by the end, my back was killing me and I could do no more so I went to sleep. I waited too and got no response, no nod, no acknowledgement.

yes, I understand I clean for me but still, it would be nice to hear, nice job.

Knicks passing me by

Dude, I so just missed an opportunity to see a Knicks vs. Nets game but it's ok, another time. I've been telling myself that for too long and before I move, I MUST see a knicks game.

Nothing much to write, fighting the tail end of a stuffy sickness from earlier this week. In the process of popping Dayquil which I frequently do when I'm sick, I realized, this may not be too good with the Mitral Valve Prolapse the doc diagnosed me with. Its actually the reason I noticed my heart beating rapidly. So for the first time during a sickness, I battled through, without the assistance of cold medicine (in the daytime). At night I still needed assistance, otherwise I'd been up blowing away half my brain.

Garette came through with a promise he made to me, which made me feel a bit better about our future. Although it was late, it was a step in the right direction. and that's all I ask.


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Overbooked

Damn, it's Friday already. Where does the time go? Although right now I'm killing time until I can leave at 5:30 and what a nice surprise, I do NOT have to work Monday which is Columbus day. I would like a day to rest but in 1 day my weekend has totally booked up. How do I let things like this happen?

Just yesterday Sunday was my only day that I would really be leaving my house to be in the crowds. Suddenly I have to race to my moms tonight to do laundry, then go to club Strata for a friends birthday party. Tomorrow which was just a simple day of Archery, turns into Archery, Movies, and a haunted house. Sunday to see my cousin at her booth at the Circle of Sisters Expo and then Monday to hang out with an old friend while we watch a bunch of badass kids.

I'm already tired just gearing up for it all. I just have to do one thing.... Don't sweat my hair out... It looks so cute when it's freshly done.

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