Friday, April 21, 2006
Y'all muthafuckas thought I was playing.
I did ZACTLY what I said I was gonna do last night.
....and I am paying the fucken consequences for it this morning. I am hung-the-fuck-over...like a muthafucka.
*had my head on my desk and just realized...I got some major food...crumbs inside my keyboard. That shit is gross....*
I met up with this man and some of his co-workers at the Jade Terrace. Had 3 vodka crans there. Got REJECTED by someone that wasn't even my type but looked like he had a job. THAT hurt my feelings in a major way. I've NEVER not been wanted...da hell was he drinking? Either way sorta made me trigger shy about getting my mack on up in that spot. So I stayed close to my friend and his group.
From Jade Terrace we headed over to Social...it's a bar on 9th and 48th...or something like that. I was a little fucked up on the walk over there so I don't much remember where it was. What I do remember is that me and dude were the only brown faces up in there. Until we met...Hakim. Hakim wasn't my type either but he was gonna be my type until he bought me a drink...and he did.... quickly...and had to buy my friends drinks too because there was a minimum for charges....heeheehee He bought our drinks and then......I turned my back on him and went about my business of talking to my new best friends...the "co-workers".
I had noticed when we sat down, that there was a group of guys to my left but they were all white and me being me....don't really see white men. I sorta look past them to look for "real" men....black men. Then I remembered my blogger declaration....
I met Shamus...gaelic for James. Yes, an Irish mon. He rubbed my leg...said they were soft...heeheehee...
and that's the end of that story.
This man, ever the savior....came and picked up me and dude....took us both home and them made his way back up to the Bronx...
This morning I have thrown up so hard that it came through my nose. I have thrown up so hard that if it were not for thong pantyliners...I would have had an accident on myself. I have thrown up so hard and the projection was so forceful that said throw up flew into the toilet then splahed me back in my face and also my hair..... I am leaving for the airport in 15 minutes.....I hope dude doesn't smell the throw up in my hair.....
Have a good weekend.
I did ZACTLY what I said I was gonna do last night.
....and I am paying the fucken consequences for it this morning. I am hung-the-fuck-over...like a muthafucka.
*had my head on my desk and just realized...I got some major food...crumbs inside my keyboard. That shit is gross....*
I met up with this man and some of his co-workers at the Jade Terrace. Had 3 vodka crans there. Got REJECTED by someone that wasn't even my type but looked like he had a job. THAT hurt my feelings in a major way. I've NEVER not been wanted...da hell was he drinking? Either way sorta made me trigger shy about getting my mack on up in that spot. So I stayed close to my friend and his group.
From Jade Terrace we headed over to Social...it's a bar on 9th and 48th...or something like that. I was a little fucked up on the walk over there so I don't much remember where it was. What I do remember is that me and dude were the only brown faces up in there. Until we met...Hakim. Hakim wasn't my type either but he was gonna be my type until he bought me a drink...and he did.... quickly...and had to buy my friends drinks too because there was a minimum for charges....heeheehee He bought our drinks and then......I turned my back on him and went about my business of talking to my new best friends...the "co-workers".
I had noticed when we sat down, that there was a group of guys to my left but they were all white and me being me....don't really see white men. I sorta look past them to look for "real" men....black men. Then I remembered my blogger declaration....
I met Shamus...gaelic for James. Yes, an Irish mon. He rubbed my leg...said they were soft...heeheehee...
and that's the end of that story.
This man, ever the savior....came and picked up me and dude....took us both home and them made his way back up to the Bronx...
This morning I have thrown up so hard that it came through my nose. I have thrown up so hard that if it were not for thong pantyliners...I would have had an accident on myself. I have thrown up so hard and the projection was so forceful that said throw up flew into the toilet then splahed me back in my face and also my hair..... I am leaving for the airport in 15 minutes.....I hope dude doesn't smell the throw up in my hair.....
Have a good weekend.
# posted by Blah Blah Blah : 2:49 PM
