Writing My Wrongs

I’m tired and I have no idea why… might be because I loves me some beer…or it might be that my melancholy has sunk in and made a home inside my being and now I am heavy…and tired.

…but we’ll say it’s the beer… this is the one and only time that beer will be “more” glamorous that anything else. Unless it’s a beer belly as said writer has at the moment…but a lil beer on my breath ain’t all bad unless of course it’s Guinness…at which, anyone could open their mouth and flies would drop.
Last night Loreley had a Beer Tasting Party…. Never drank German beer until you’ve had beer soup with cheese… yeah, it taste like it sounds…interesting.
However, beer is my monkey…along with shoe shopping, popsicles, cherries, mani/pedicures and orange juice.
I think I may still be burping up hops ...yea, it was a night…not necessarily to “remember”… but a night none-the-less.

I was telling a friend that in the last 168 hours, I have bought 5 pairs of shoes…plus a ski outfit…some PJ’s (for a pajama party)…and some PJ’s for the “after-party (well…the just in case after-party)… Would seem that I have been bamboozled into going on a “ski” trip…
Why the quotes?
‘Cause black folks are always going on ski trips but muthafuckas don’t ski!
It’s their time to get drunk, mingle and fuck…and pass it off as a ski weekend. Believe me I’ve been on my fair share of ski trips up at Lake Tahoe or when I lived in Denver…up at Vail. Rarely have ppl actually went up a black diamond and came down… but quick to go on a trip every year like the have been at it for years. Am I mad at ‘em for it… not really… I guess. Granted there are a ton of black ski clubs…
I’ve been skiing since I was 5 years old. Now don’t confuse that with me knowing how to ski… just like I have been playing pool for 5 years in a league but I still am off (lose) more times than I am on (win). But skiing is what I know…a little. My boys went snowboarding...told me they liked it, I’d heard it was easier…so I am going to try that… yea, let’s not jinx me with any injury comments.

I am going to try and go back to my happenings from last week…although, I am sorta kinda sure that shit didn't happen. Just sayin…

Tell me this…which would you choose…
A mate who was drop dead gorgeous/handsome with bad credit
Or
A not so good looking dude/chick with A1 credit?
Do you have a looks “good on paper” mentality or is it a “good for me” mentality?
I don’t need for you to explain yourself… just wondering, off the top of your head what you’d answer…maybe not that…I want to get to the grass roots…that answer is better than your first thought…you know, the answer that you know you’d act on.