My boyfriends wife's girlfriend looks like him.

I met my boyfriends wife this morning. It was pretty horrific.

I opened the door expecting to see my crack head lawn man, but it wasn't him.

She was pissed that the kids weren't ready. Pissed that I opened the door. Just pissed.

The boyfriend had just left to get us breakfast. We weren't expecting her until after noon. He swears she said noon. She says she said 10. Who knows who is right...doesn't matter. They don't communicate with each other, so that kinda shit is hard.

To her credit, It's only taken me months of living with the dude to realize he doesn't always listen...I'm sure she knows it after almost 20 years.

Anyway, my fantasies of all of us sitting together at the girls graduations and their weddings are way over...Now I'm all like "Fuck Hector"!

So I'm in love right...

Like head over mutha fucking heels IN LOVE.

Straight up.
Real. Raw. Hardcore.

And I'm only slightly talking about our sex life.

His eyes pierce my soul. Sure nuff, he's a scorpio and they would probably pierce your soul too, but he wants my soul.

And he has it.

I got to use a line from Boyz In The hood on Boog last night.

Little punk was giving me shit all night about being old. He's in middle school now and thinks he's the cut down king. But
What he fails to realize is that, although a little rusty, his mama was the cut down queen.

Just ask all the fat kids in my class.

Anyway, I brought out the "I ain't but 17 years older than you".

Of course, it was lost on his ass, but he'll get it one day. In more ways than one...first when I make him watch the movie and then again when he's about 30.

I got a part time job at another library.

It's going to majorily cut into my social life, but my social life majorily needs cutting into any damn way...and perhaps it will lead to something that doesn't suck my soul so much.

It's going to kick my ass a bit for awhile because working the night shift is something I haven't done in almost 10 years. And when I did it long ago there were many libations involved to keep me going if you know what I mean.
Yeah, you know what I mean.

I don't sleep any damn way so I'm sure it will work out fine.

It's going to kill 2 birds with 1 stone. Keep me out of the bars and give me some much needed bread.

If things work out as I want them to (which in my life doesn't happen so I shouldn't even say it) I'll work both for awhile and then find another part time and quit the full time so I can spend more time with Boog while I got it. In about 6 months I'm going to have a 6th grader.

That's some heavy shit man.

So Uncle Chump was telling me I need to get an MBA. Fuck a MBA. All I have to do is cry and I can be president.

Sure, I hate what I'm doing. Sure, A change would do me good. But A change would not come easy. And me? Well...I'm easy.

An MBA is not the change I want anyway. It is precisely the change I want away from. Well, not exactly, but I do know some dudes with MBA's, and what they have, is not what I want. I'm talking strictly business. I'm not takin' shots at any body's personal lives. Shit. Believe you me, I would never do that.


I'd like to go back to school. I just don't have the money or the time. That's a damn lie. I just don't have the money. Time? I got time.

Insanity Now...Serenity Later

I'm living at my mom's because my electricity got turned off.

The electric company is about as into the holiday spirit as my boss.
Or me for that matter. Fuck a nigga name Christmas. I'm not even looking forward to getting a tree. And I love trees.


I have 5 more days of work before the holiday. Can I make it? Not sure. I'm not sure I'll make it through today. It will be a feat of strength.

There's a good chance I'll be fired by then. There's a good chance I'll run out screaming by then. At this point either would be fine by me.

I lost my purse again last night. Actually, I won't call it lost just yet because I haven't checked all my bases. Every time I loose it I get it back, so I'm not that worried. I'm not sure which is more pathetic the fact that I loose shit so much, or the fact that I don't care.

Please...Air your grievances.

I'm going to die.

No doubt about it.

But, I do hope I make it through tonight so I can watch the game.

I had good intentions yesterday. I was going to clean house, finish my book, fry some swine chops, and blah blah blah, you know, all the shit normal folks do when they leave work and GO HOME...

I HAD to stop by the bar first though.

Yes, HAD to. I had business to take care of and shit.

Problem is, there is no stopping by the bar for my dumb ass. As a stop turns into a stay as soon as some old man starts paying for the Banquets and Stilettos. I got there around 420 and I closed the muther fucker down. As usual.

I gotta quit this shit...but not tonight.

There's a game on.