read my lips.: November 2008

Sunday, November 30, 2008

#197

i went to see bolt on friday with carlene, val, and larry. literally, that movie has way too much concept for a kid's flick. even carlene said we should have seen madagascar.

so i've been thinking: i've been boyfriend-less officially since august, or july, and i've proven to myself that i can survive without the security blanket of a committed relationship. kudos to me. but believe me, if a certain someone asked a certain question, i'd definitely be in a different place.
so tonight was a truly memorable night. naquan and i have reached some high levels in our relationship, and we a both content. very, very content. content to the point where i'm getting chills just thinking about it. we slept in each other's arms; something i haven't done in a while. i needed that. he's a really great guy, and i really do like him. that's all i'm saying about him for now.

nakeya; new photographer. we've been conversing since three this afternoon about anything and everything. she's cool.

i definitely drank a sixteen ounce can of redbull at around 9pm, like i don't have to go to sleep to get up for work in the morning. i'm finally getting hours. danny's such a prick for no apparent reason. my availability's definitely as flexible as it can be on the weekends, yet, this mo'fo' has had me on call for the past month. back to the job hunt.

bed time.

#196

day one hundred ten

oh yes. . it's what you're thinking from who you're thinking, and might i add, omg and a m a z i n g . .

thinking about it still gives me chills.

#195

day one hundred nine

my fellow boat hater =]

Saturday, November 29, 2008

#194

look what i found:

getting ready to go to naquans. be back later . .

Friday, November 28, 2008

#193

happy turkey day! [imagine i said it yesterday]

i spent the holiday at my sister's new condo in staten island. carlene and my little stinky, valerie, cooked the whole dinner. i was starving, and had to wait for her new boyfriend to get there. larry. not my taste, but he's cool. he's a loyal adidas patron. sparky was a pain in my ass for a while, but he's sparky. [damn dog.]

there were no mashed potatoes--highly upsetting--but i threw down on that turkey and vegetable lasagna. val made a broccoli and spinach quiche, which turned out pretty good. my aunt's pumpkin pie definitely hit the spot. i packed up my tupperwear and it's waiting for me in the fridge.

so i'm still in staten island. i'm on the couch, eating left overs for breakfast, and i've decided i'm calling out from work. my fibro went on the fritz last night and i know i can't make it through the day running behind tourists. i'll just take the lost on the money.

yesterday was mommy's birthday. fifty one. after my shift got cut [thanks, danny] i hit crumbs and got her four extra big ass cupcakes: snickers, devil dog, caramel apple, and cosmo. she enjoyed her bouquet of colorful roses, too.

so in a matter of about a week and a half after the exhibit, i've conversed with travis and karla about four times--collectively. am i in the wrong? definitely not--but ask if i care. they hurt me, so i have every right to be pissed as hell. karla called me out on being bitter and annoyed. c'est la vie.

chinchilla and i knocked out my whole powerpoint presentation for my african art class in a night. i swear, i love her to death. she met me at starbucks after winston's class then we relocated to her place. [i got sasha to sign me in for chime's class.] we ended up driving around, taking winter to school and whatnot for about an hour, so we didn't get back to work until about ten. i definitely got home at 3a.m.

i'm getting my lazy ass up. i'll finish later . .