wash that weave and put it right back in that bitch!

I think fake people are great. Cause as soon as you find out how fake they are, you get to royally play their lives. Like my roommate for example.. she's a fake, disgusting, dirty, nasty old weave wearing slore (that's a slut and a whore mixed together, in case you didn't know). I didn't know that at first, but when it all came out our house was like an episode of Keyshia Cole's family fuckery. Living with a slut builds character, I say. But I'm digressing... learning how to weed out bad friends doesn't only train you for the future, but it teaches you a whole hell of a lot about yourself. so embrace it.

My God, just shoot me.

I would really appreciate it if people stopped asking me who I'm looking at in the NFL playoffs.



The answer is no one. and the tears that well up in my eyes when you mention the National Football League should deter you from pressing further, but if you're one of those people who doesn't fucking get it, press on. break a young woman's heart.


Of course, more than it already is. I don't even want to revisit in any detail the fuckery that was the Cowboys vs. Eagles game that killed Dallas' chances at the playoffs, because it is far too painful. And if you can't understand then I hope you get sacked by an old lady in the grocery store and then I hope said lady shoves an entire hard salami up your ass because you are a fucktard with no empathy for a football fan in pain.


But of course, there's always next season. Oh yeah, goodbye Tony Romo. You've choked when it mattered most for the last time. Too bad you don't get to play in the awesome Cowboy Stadium. That shit is HOT.


I probably will watch the superbowl, because a true football fan wouldn't miss it, but it's gonna hurt. sigh.

Peeing in a cup takes more skill than one would think...

I went to the gynecologist today. It was actually mildly entertaining (which should indicate how mind numbingly bored I am) and I had a good time.

My nurse practitioner was named Joni, and she was awesome. she literally yelled "NO GLOVE, NO LOVE" at me with a huge smile on her face while we were talking about safe sex practices. It was great.

I also had to pee in a cup which is easy for normal people but I'm not normal so it ended being an ordeal. QUITE the ordeal. and then I couldn't find the nurse who told me to bring the pee to her so I'm standing in the middle of the office holding a cup of my own pee.

awkward. but whatever.

then I got poked and prodded and Joni and I talked about my "boyfriend" and then I got blood drawn while sitting in a chair that looked like a torture device and the nurse laughed at me when I told her that even though I was totally serious.

My arm still hurts.

So let's hope for my "boyfriend's" sake that I don't get a phone call from Joni. Cause then he will die. She's gonna send me a card if everything's cool though. weee!

NYE 2008 or is it 2009? whatever.

So I'm stuck in boring ass Houston for the ultimate drinking holiday of the year. My brother's friend has a sister my age but I don't know where she is so it looks like I'm stuck with my family tonight.





sigh.






So, I have decided that I'm getting drunk tonight if I go out tonight or not.

Pass the champagne, grandma.

I'll be home for Christmas...

Even though I can think of about a million other places I would rather be. I mean, family is awesome but coming back home after living with endless freedom and only being bound by your own judgement doesn't seem to get any easier.

For one, I would like to sleep into the afternoon in peace. Without my mother coming to remind that it's almost noon, or searching for towels or whites to throw in with the load of laundry she's pretending to do. She works at home, so she gets away with that kind of thing.

There's also really nothing to do here. No friends, we live in the suburb to end all suburbs and I'm a broke college kid at Christmastime. So at home I stay.

I wanna be in California. Not stupid Texas. Even though I truly plan on hunting down my favorite blogger, Jenny, while I'm here. She hilarious, check her out at thebloggess.com.

Maybe tonight will be the one night since I've gotten home that I'll go to sleep before the sun comes up. That would be cool.

But in happier news, my grandparents will be here on Monday night. They were supposed to be here last night but they missed their flight so I have to wait. Which was depressing, and gave my mother 3 more days to be a cleanliness warrior fully armed with shamwows and lemon pledge. someone save me.

I gotta go find food. How many borders does a girl have to cross to get some decent Mexican food around here?

Emotional rollercoaster

My love life is to topsy turvy right now...

I feel like soon I'm gonna have to make a decision, a decision that I don't think I can make. It's far too hard.

On the one hand, there's my first. Who I love, but has been so hurt in the past that he can't seem to give me the emotional support and intimacy that I need. So many times he's hurt me and now that I've moved on, he suddenly wants to act like he cares. It's fucking with my mental. Because all along, I knew that the good boyfriend was in him, but he could never fully show it to me. Until now. and it sucks.

The man I've moved on to. Amazing. He's sweet, and caring and attentive. Sounds like the obvious choice right? well, physically, we aren't all the way there. It's not working and I'm not happy. I miss sex with the first, but I can't deal with the hurting and the confusion and the guessing. With #2 there isn't any guessing. He's into me and I know it.

And the part of the whole situation that kills me the most is the fact that there's a third party now. there's no way that we're getting out of this mess with nobody hurt. And I just wish #1 could have come to his senses before I got involved.

I don't know what to do.

It's been awhile

one of the reasons is because finals have been kicking my lightskinned ass. But now they're over and I couldn't be happier. Now I'm in Houston with my family and it's amazing. My grandparents get her on Friday, and I can't freakin' wait. I love love love them!