Writing My Wrongs

I am struggling lately to write post. Nothing new and exciting going on in my life other than random phone calls from random people. Granted some of those phone calls are ...worth mentioning but you wouldn't find it funny unless you knew the whole story.

I was talking to RJ and he was using the bathroom, "why the hell everytime you call me your in the bathroom?" He laughed and said, "That's how I feel about you." Bloopty: "Beeotch!"

I came into work today and I see my HR Directors name in my in-box. That's like a death warrant at the job house. So many people are getting laid off....shoooooot! I almost didn't read that mug! In the subject line was: Setlist Now what the hell is a setlist? Being nosy and the fact he sent it to ME, I open it up...

"Hey Bloopty – Not sure if this actually went through, but my band asked me to print setlists for our show tonight… I think I may have sent it to the Xerox in NY. Not sure if it technically possible, but it was definitely the highlighted printer on my list of printers. So if anybody asks, tell them I said OOPS!"

Ok, wouldn't this be defined as using company property for personal use?!! ....and this from my Human Resources Director...da hell? He has opened up a whole can of worms now y'all ....lemme see if I need anything outta the supply cabinet ...LOL Well, I head on over to the printer to see what he's "accidently" printed out and it REALLY is a setlist.... Songs titled: "Wh.iskey Hol.ler", "H.onk if Yo.ur Lonely", "Tyra.nny of T.ears", "Lot to Lau.gh, Tr.ain t.o Cry"......what kind of music is this???? And do you think he'll be mad at me for posting it? lol Whatever man.

I can't get away from him. I thought I had gotten rid of him when I moved out. I saw him all day on Saturday. Sunday night at the b-ball game. Monday at the baseball game. He asked me to find something for us to do on Tuesday but I was like, "DUDE, I'm gonna be home by myself washing my hair." That bothered him but DAMN! I like my space and when I lived with him he WANTED his...but now he's scared the next man is gonna be creeping into my spot so he's doing some major cock-blocking! Eww!
He called me last night to say "You want some company tomorrow night?"....
Bloopty: "You know I have pool tomorrow."
Him: "I'll pick you up and we'll head back up to your place."....
Bloopty: *with a big ol huff* "Fine! I'll talk to you tomorrow."
If I didn't need a flat-screen........ ok ok ok, I don't need a flat-screen per se....but I do.

Speaking of talking on the phone...which I hate. T.I.M. called me last night. I answered and was like ...who?....who? Then it dawned on me...it was my supposed-to-be husband. He sent me a picture via the phone...umma, why the hell don't you have a shirt on?!! I was thinking about seeing if we could do a "get back", because it didn't end...just drifted off because of the bullshit I was in at the time. So not necessarily a get back... Then he started talking some....ish that I turned my nose up at. ...and just when I was about to rush him off the phone he says....
"so what do you need for your new spot?"...................there go that can of worms again!
I ran off my list...he laughed and said "all that?".....
Bloopty" "yeeeaaaaaa" (in a baby voice) He then says, "I'll see what I can do about that. I do have an extra television in the den you can have."
Now here is where I start showing my ass........."Well I had my heart set on this flat-screen. How big is the one you have?"
"We'll talk about the flat-screen when you invite me over and cook dinner."
BITCH! I know what the eff that means!!! I told him I'll be out of town this weekend and next weekend so he's gonna have to wait on dinner. hmph!

I am going to be out of town this weekend and I haven't told him. Yea, I know I am a punk...ain't never denied that fact! So I have been thinking and thinking about what I am going to say. I was gonna tell him that I was going up to Boston since I already sorta set that lie in motion but here is where it gets tricky. I JUST found out that that man had been through my phone. Through my text messages and everything. Now he didn't tell me all about what he has gone through but...I'mma assume he's been all over my phone. I think it's safe to say he's written down certain peoples numbers (so be on the watch out for calls from 914), which means I think he might just call Boston just to check up on me. I have to come up with a master mistruth (I ain't calling it a lie Slish) ....

really do'

This shit is turning out to be more work than whats necessary. I think I'll just tell him the truth about where I am going and he can deal with it how he wants. I also think that I will go ahead and let this fizzle out, or rather give him the time he needs to let it fizzle. Because me trying to leave him isn't working....just Sunday he told me that I am not going anywhere, that I am stuck with him forever. THAT sorta scurred me. Then again, he's always said stuff like that. I see that he was half fa real...'cause I've moved out when this man was at work, I wouldn't tell him where I lived, was mean as hell..........and here he is STILL spending gobs of money on me and wanting to be in my presence er'ry day and calling me all the time.

I will just have to be single and non-dating until he's done. I am not gonna be the twinkle in this mans eyes forever....am I? *huge sigh* I just don't know. I know your asking...if I don't like him why do I still see him now that I have moved out? Therein lies the answer...I do like him. However, with that said....I know this won't last. He sees me still as his girlfriend...I see him as my bank. He's gonna get his feelings hurt and I am gonna get a broke jaw by the time this is over.

I talked the boys this past weekend... TLA says, "mom, you know we are moving right?" Bloopty: "No, really? That's great. I hope it's a bigger house."
TLA: "Yea, it's a 6 bedroom house."
Bloopty: *da hell?*
Bloopty: "that's great big guy. I know you and your brother will love that."
TLA: "Yea, it's a huge house."
Bloopty: *feeling all dejected. their never wanna move with me now.*
TLA: "Mom?"
Bloopty: "yea, buddy. What's up?"
TLA: "I love you. When do we get to come live with you?"
Bloopty: *heart all full and throat all tight* "Soon buddy....soon!"

Yea, I got off the phone and cried. You'd never know how hard it is for a mother to live this far from her boys. I rarely talk about the boys to y'all because.....y'all not worthy *smile*I get misty eyed when I talk about the boys and I KNOW my focus hasn't been what it needed to be in order for them to move with me. I was on that path when I moved here....but I got derailed. However, I am back on track....just getting started and moving slowly but......I have a destination, have a purpose and am gonna get there on time (even if it's not the scheduled time)

My boss has been nicknaming everyone in the office....silly names that he can't say to their face...wonder what he calls me when I am not around. I know he calls me whatever color I have on...example: I wear red...he calls me Red, I wear purple, he calls me Violet.........well today I have on black.....let see what comes out of his mouth. hmph!