Monday, May 8, 2006
Today I had to bring my cue stick and my computer bag...AND my purse. During rush hour on the A train...not so good of an idea to have all this stuff. For 1. I ALWAYS have to stand on the morning rush hour A 2. My cuestick inevitably pokes someone in areas they don't want me or my cue poking them 3. My right shoulder is fucked up, so all my bag weight is on the left shoulder...and now that hurts.
The reason I had to bring all this bullshit to work is because:
Ye ain't ridin' (ye ain't ridin')
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nothing homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz...
My team and I made it to the play-offs for pool!
Which if we succeed...will have us playing for the next 3 nights. Now I KNOW that's not gonna happen but at least we made it to the first rounds.....and to be truthful...I didn't think we'd make it THAT far. LOL
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Between the Dick Stike I am on and the Bitch coming to town...my shit is fucked up. I have been snapping and irritated by everyone. For everything.
Started on Thursday. Thursday my co-workers TOLD me I had to hang out with them for drinks after work. I really wasn't up for it because I knew that I was meeting with Surj at Uptown Lounge @ 8. I didn't want to start my drinking so early in the evening because I know how I am....by 9 I'd be ready to go to sleep...and hanging with Surj.....it was meant to be a looong enjoyable evening.
Well these chicks were serious...."whatever plans you have can wait, YOU. ARE. COMING with us"...... damn ok biotches!! If one of them wasn't the CEO's right hand...I'dda told her to eff off...ok, I wouldn't have told her that but I'dda implied it ....strongly!
So off to The Campbell Apartment for drinks. The only reason I chose this place was because it's still on the eastside (to reach Surj) and they have nothing but rich white men in there...and I am still on my quest for The Rich White Man. It's my undercover spot that I would never take ANY of my mens folks to. The co-workers wanted to go to Sapa but that's the meatpacking district and I have limited funds so taking a taxi from there to Uptown wasn't happening, I'm trying to stay on the eastside..... Sapa is the spot that the little jamaican is gonna take me for my birthday dinner he missed in February, also for forgetting about our plans for comedy at Harlem Grill on Sunday *humph*
Anyway, we sit and talk and talk and talk ...when I realize...I forgot to eat today!!! You ever have a day where you say...Let me finish this one project....After this phone call....Hold on let me fax this off then I am going to get something to eat. That's what I did...time just kept going and going and before I knew it....I was sitting in a bar drinking 3 mojitos and realized...I forgot to eat today!!! Da hell! You all know how that is....empty stomach + alcohol = tipsy chick. And to make matters worse....I was almost late...so I text Surj, tell him I am running late and then hop my ass on the 6 train and head to 86th...to meet my Next Joyride.
I arrive and I love Uptown...but he wants to leave because they are showing NBL and he wants to watch NBA.......so we head to Bounce. Greeat, young barely 21 year olds and loud ass rock music...my type? Not so much. Attitude sets in and I am livid...livid?....naw, not livid...but HIGHLY aggitated! Surj get's the silent but loud ass message that the game is over for him and he better get me somewhere quiet and dark before I call it a night and head back to my spot...
We head to 103rd...his side of town and up the hill and down the hill and now we are in this apartment..... hmmmmmm, if this man didn't look good in a suit I would leave his ass right here right now with his hard as dick. Which brings up another subject...why if I accidently brush up against this man does his dick get hard? Now, I know I am da she-ite, but damn...I kiss his neck...hard dick, I hold his hand...hard dick, I reach across him...hard dick, I say his name...hard ass dick. What's that about? Fa real...answer that for me.
But, he's nasty..and I LIKE IT!....so he gets a pass. I DID NOT fuck him...sorry...make love to him. Wanted to, but didn't. He licked my hand...the palm...with his full tongue. He sucked and nibbled on the insides of my wrist and elbow....who the fuck told him I like that shit!!! I gave him the Secret Chinese Handshake...gave him the full body massage with nary a stitch on either one of us...then I fell asleep with my bare ass on his bare dick...
Neither one of us slept well. I know I know I know I shoulda just did it....but I told y'all....my attitude right now is all fucked up and as much as I wanted to....I just didn't want to. FUCK YOU if you don't know what I am talking about. Y'all are dealing with a very complex individual here.... well, complex and slightly confused. (actually Iknow the reason why but that's another blog)
I know I've already cheated by just being in this man's presence...the dinner, the bars, the Mets game...and now his house with no clothes on.....but somewhere in the back of my twisted illogical thinking....I haven't actually cheated if I haven't let him insert his dick....have I? Aw, shut up... I am not commited to any ne person so it's NOT cheating.
I got up on Friday morning with an attitude. No sex, no sleep and now I have to go home and change THEN go to work. UGH! I suck (and I don't mean literally this time, I mean figuratively)
Friday night was dinner at the Sugar Shack with The Itch (aka TI) It was such a nice night that we walked the 7 blocks. Harlem when it gets warm is LOUD. Everyone is out, it's always busy, music blaring, cars everywhere, kids playing on the sidewalk, dudes tryna talk to chicks... It was a nice walk... walks like that always remind me of Brooklyn. We use to always go walking on the warm nights when it was too hot to be indoors. Or sit out at the South Street Seaport and get the lite breeze from the water. We walked back and I was telling him on the way back that I had a headache and that I was sleepy....setting the tone of how I wanted the evening to go....me comfortable at home....and him....comfortable at HIS home. He got the hint...only after I walked him to his truck instead of to my door...lol I figured I am seeing him on Sat and spending the night...I could be an itch like that... He went home. I went upstairs.......and got a call from the little jamaican...........
Oh hell, I am headed to The Den with my 6 friends...ok, well 3 guys I knew...the other 3 were...newbies. I sat in the car after they all got out and made the necessary goodnight call to TI, to let him know I was headed to bed.....then I sauntered in The Den all slow and shit to make sure I got a look at every muthafucka in there ...than saw my table of friends....but before Imake it to my table, who should I see....he reaches out to grab my hand and I am like...fuck! Now what bitch ass story it this muthafucka gonna tell his boy about Bloop walking into the spot with 6 dudes and I am the only chick there......................who da fuck cares! Eff him and his crooked letter friend!!! I had fun with the flirt group and went home and was good in bed before 1 in da mornin'.
There, of course, is more detail to this evening out with the 6 dudes...like dude that said "fuck you muthafucka" to the cops. Or dude working the whole table of chicks... or the major cockblocking going on (had me all up in the corner like...yo, cain't no one even see me over there *eye-balling you sideways with my lips all twisted*), or dudes wearing matching jeans with matching white button-down shirts...one in a smeadium and the other one in his daddies shirt. Or botton barrel bitches walking around like they are cream of the crop...I ain't hatin, just merely statin'!
Saturday......basic "married" life stuff. Ya know, running errands, running to the mall, went to dinner. Sunday was the same until around 3...then it heated up again and I had one more bitch-ass "date" and a potential newbie for the team called in to let me know he is interested...and ummmma, I might be too...depending how Surj and I work out.
That's it for my weekend in review. Get backatcha on Thursday.
The reason I had to bring all this bullshit to work is because:
Ye ain't ridin' (ye ain't ridin')
Ye ain't bumpin' like I'm bumpin'
Ye ain't sayin' nothing homie
Ye ain't fresh azimiz...
My team and I made it to the play-offs for pool!
Which if we succeed...will have us playing for the next 3 nights. Now I KNOW that's not gonna happen but at least we made it to the first rounds.....and to be truthful...I didn't think we'd make it THAT far. LOL
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Between the Dick Stike I am on and the Bitch coming to town...my shit is fucked up. I have been snapping and irritated by everyone. For everything.
Started on Thursday. Thursday my co-workers TOLD me I had to hang out with them for drinks after work. I really wasn't up for it because I knew that I was meeting with Surj at Uptown Lounge @ 8. I didn't want to start my drinking so early in the evening because I know how I am....by 9 I'd be ready to go to sleep...and hanging with Surj.....it was meant to be a looong enjoyable evening.
Well these chicks were serious...."whatever plans you have can wait, YOU. ARE. COMING with us"...... damn ok biotches!! If one of them wasn't the CEO's right hand...I'dda told her to eff off...ok, I wouldn't have told her that but I'dda implied it ....strongly!
So off to The Campbell Apartment for drinks. The only reason I chose this place was because it's still on the eastside (to reach Surj) and they have nothing but rich white men in there...and I am still on my quest for The Rich White Man. It's my undercover spot that I would never take ANY of my mens folks to. The co-workers wanted to go to Sapa but that's the meatpacking district and I have limited funds so taking a taxi from there to Uptown wasn't happening, I'm trying to stay on the eastside..... Sapa is the spot that the little jamaican is gonna take me for my birthday dinner he missed in February, also for forgetting about our plans for comedy at Harlem Grill on Sunday *humph*
Anyway, we sit and talk and talk and talk ...when I realize...I forgot to eat today!!! You ever have a day where you say...Let me finish this one project....After this phone call....Hold on let me fax this off then I am going to get something to eat. That's what I did...time just kept going and going and before I knew it....I was sitting in a bar drinking 3 mojitos and realized...I forgot to eat today!!! Da hell! You all know how that is....empty stomach + alcohol = tipsy chick. And to make matters worse....I was almost late...so I text Surj, tell him I am running late and then hop my ass on the 6 train and head to 86th...to meet my Next Joyride.
I arrive and I love Uptown...but he wants to leave because they are showing NBL and he wants to watch NBA.......so we head to Bounce. Greeat, young barely 21 year olds and loud ass rock music...my type? Not so much. Attitude sets in and I am livid...livid?....naw, not livid...but HIGHLY aggitated! Surj get's the silent but loud ass message that the game is over for him and he better get me somewhere quiet and dark before I call it a night and head back to my spot...
We head to 103rd...his side of town and up the hill and down the hill and now we are in this apartment..... hmmmmmm, if this man didn't look good in a suit I would leave his ass right here right now with his hard as dick. Which brings up another subject...why if I accidently brush up against this man does his dick get hard? Now, I know I am da she-ite, but damn...I kiss his neck...hard dick, I hold his hand...hard dick, I reach across him...hard dick, I say his name...hard ass dick. What's that about? Fa real...answer that for me.
But, he's nasty..and I LIKE IT!....so he gets a pass. I DID NOT fuck him...sorry...make love to him. Wanted to, but didn't. He licked my hand...the palm...with his full tongue. He sucked and nibbled on the insides of my wrist and elbow....who the fuck told him I like that shit!!! I gave him the Secret Chinese Handshake...gave him the full body massage with nary a stitch on either one of us...then I fell asleep with my bare ass on his bare dick...
Neither one of us slept well. I know I know I know I shoulda just did it....but I told y'all....my attitude right now is all fucked up and as much as I wanted to....I just didn't want to. FUCK YOU if you don't know what I am talking about. Y'all are dealing with a very complex individual here.... well, complex and slightly confused. (actually Iknow the reason why but that's another blog)
I know I've already cheated by just being in this man's presence...the dinner, the bars, the Mets game...and now his house with no clothes on.....but somewhere in the back of my twisted illogical thinking....I haven't actually cheated if I haven't let him insert his dick....have I? Aw, shut up... I am not commited to any ne person so it's NOT cheating.
I got up on Friday morning with an attitude. No sex, no sleep and now I have to go home and change THEN go to work. UGH! I suck (and I don't mean literally this time, I mean figuratively)
Friday night was dinner at the Sugar Shack with The Itch (aka TI) It was such a nice night that we walked the 7 blocks. Harlem when it gets warm is LOUD. Everyone is out, it's always busy, music blaring, cars everywhere, kids playing on the sidewalk, dudes tryna talk to chicks... It was a nice walk... walks like that always remind me of Brooklyn. We use to always go walking on the warm nights when it was too hot to be indoors. Or sit out at the South Street Seaport and get the lite breeze from the water. We walked back and I was telling him on the way back that I had a headache and that I was sleepy....setting the tone of how I wanted the evening to go....me comfortable at home....and him....comfortable at HIS home. He got the hint...only after I walked him to his truck instead of to my door...lol I figured I am seeing him on Sat and spending the night...I could be an itch like that... He went home. I went upstairs.......and got a call from the little jamaican...........
Oh hell, I am headed to The Den with my 6 friends...ok, well 3 guys I knew...the other 3 were...newbies. I sat in the car after they all got out and made the necessary goodnight call to TI, to let him know I was headed to bed.....then I sauntered in The Den all slow and shit to make sure I got a look at every muthafucka in there ...than saw my table of friends....but before Imake it to my table, who should I see....he reaches out to grab my hand and I am like...fuck! Now what bitch ass story it this muthafucka gonna tell his boy about Bloop walking into the spot with 6 dudes and I am the only chick there......................who da fuck cares! Eff him and his crooked letter friend!!! I had fun with the flirt group and went home and was good in bed before 1 in da mornin'.
There, of course, is more detail to this evening out with the 6 dudes...like dude that said "fuck you muthafucka" to the cops. Or dude working the whole table of chicks... or the major cockblocking going on (had me all up in the corner like...yo, cain't no one even see me over there *eye-balling you sideways with my lips all twisted*), or dudes wearing matching jeans with matching white button-down shirts...one in a smeadium and the other one in his daddies shirt. Or botton barrel bitches walking around like they are cream of the crop...I ain't hatin, just merely statin'!
Saturday......basic "married" life stuff. Ya know, running errands, running to the mall, went to dinner. Sunday was the same until around 3...then it heated up again and I had one more bitch-ass "date" and a potential newbie for the team called in to let me know he is interested...and ummmma, I might be too...depending how Surj and I work out.
That's it for my weekend in review. Get backatcha on Thursday.
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