Wednesday, March 19, 2008

What To Do

I broke my arm…well, maybe broke my arm is too drastic of a statement…
Comes down to me over exerting muscles I ain’t never had to use…lol
Dude hooked up my Wii game that I got for my birthday…
So Sunday night at 3:30AM we are standing up in the middle of the bed bowling.
My bed is on rollers…wheels…and even though I have a rug underneath it…it tends to roll back and forth and end up getting on the hardwood floor… I know the neighbor downstairs was calling me all kinds of…whatnot and so-forths.

So me and Wii are new BFF’s…I haven’t bought any games yet but have 12 games that came with the actual console and with the extra nunchuck (remote)… This damn game is better than going to the gym. Sorta…but not really…but sorta.
I think Dude may have played for a total of 3 hours …and that was before we started playing at 3:30 in the damn morning.

You ever feel like you have been through so much with one person that it seems like you’d be making the wrong move if you let it go. I DIDN’T feel like that until this past weekend. Sitting up in a doctors office wondering what in the hell just happened. Not sure about anything right now but I am sure that I obviously haven’t been making the right decisions… or either I have been going about it in the wrong way.

I wasn’t at work on Monday and to my surprise… I walk into work on Tuesday and find that we have a new hire. Not to be all territorial and shit… but ummm, usually I conduct first/second interviews, I do the paperwork and the offer letter…you know…general things…but seems as if they have decided to take that shit away from me without telling me. Normally I would be upset. I’m not. Right now I am mildly…mildly bothered but I figure my days here are numbered anyway. Something is definitely in the air. To be honest, I’ve already worked out a plan in case that should happen. I try to be prepared for these types of things…shoot, I have to be! Either way, another co-worker came to me today and asked if there was something going on because she is starting to feel the chill in the air…I merely said she should always be prepared for anything. I can’t be caught up in office gossip…although, if I was...I might know what the hell was going on…lol

I leave for Maryland on Thursday…and Friday my cousin and I are driving to Suffolk, VA to spend Easter with my auntie and her husband. I just need to get away. I always feel like I need to get away. What the hell am I getting away from.

I got drunk on Saturday. I know you’re like...what’s new…but this type of drunk has not happened in a long time. Stumbling and falling type of drunk. If I were famous…I’dda been on TMZ…if I was. Or at least a quick blurb on E! So I cut my hand on something as I stumbled behind a semi-truck and tried not to urinate on myself. In the midst of my squat, I fell backwards…while one hand held my pants so they wouldn't get...wetted and the other hand balancing myself and getting cut...I fell under the right rear tire of said semi truck…to be honest, I rolled under the semi truck. Like a little weeble wobble toy...just sorta toppled over in slow motion. I had been to a birthday party…a house party in Jersey…where drinks were being made for me and by the time I got off the dance floor…I didn’t feel anything.

Just a tad tipsy-ish in a drunk kind of way but past an inebriation point and along the lines of fucked up.
I know, at my age I should be past all of this but… y’all don’t know the troubles I’ve seen

New York looks real Londony… fog and rain. I can no longer see the MetLife sign at the top of the old Pan-Am building… I am tired. My arm hurts more because I played with my new BFF last night and bowled my ass off.
I need to get my nails done, need to wash my hair and need to clean my A-P-T…and here I am playing damn video games.
I tell you as much as AJ needs to pull it together…I need to grow the fuck up.

Yesterday morning I got a VM from a guy in Boston… not sure if you remember him…but he was the one that sent me a webcam request…when I opened it…he was sitting on his couch…jacking off. Asking me to “help him”…muthaeffa I am at work! Normally I wouldn’t have minded and might even have liked to “help him” along…but…
Anyway, he called me and left a VM. Asking me when I was coming to visit him, he misses me… then he called me this morning here at work. I forgot he even had my work number. Now Patrick…I coulda married Patrick. Not because I was in love…but because I felt protected and he was stable. Yet Patrick was very much single…a ladies man…so I just drifted off and forgot about him and who he was and how I felt around him.


Figured I didn’t need to leave my area code to meet a man like that so why bother with a guy 3 hours away.

And now a year later and he wants to see me? I have enough issues with my existing out-of-town ass without trying to bring new dick into the picture.

Plus, I ain’t want no Boston dick. We chatted and I then told him that I would call him back…he didn’t like that. I guess he thought I should spend the better half of my work morning talking to him. Blah!

Sumptin To Say:
The Wii is addictive. My sister has one and we boxed and bowled for like 5 or 6 hours. Sometimes I play the PS for hrs on end like that (let's just say it keeps a brotha occupied and out of trouble.......lol).

Nonetheless, enjoy the break!
 
I'm too lazy for Wii...there I said it. Every guy I've dated has one and I just sit passively on the couch playing the role of a cheerleader on valium, I have no interest in sweating AND playing a video game at the same time.

I totally need to pull it together. I think I'm literally unraveling...I hope I see you next week!
 
sorry about your arm girly. hope you have good drugs.

Yes, I have felt like I shouldn't let go because of what we've been through.

Drunk? Damn, I haven't had a drink all month. I'm laying off for March ... but April is right around the corner!

I know that "chill in the air". I'm feeling it too. Bastards!
 
Boston dick should be easy to pronounce cause there aren't any a's in the word.

this post made me feel like my arm too is in pain. maybe it's because i can relate with all the sympathy sprinkled throughout. and so i empathize wholeheartedly. then i think i haven't had a reply/text/nuffin from you lately and wonder what kinda melancholy mood you are in.

my most favored line: You ever feel like you have been through so much with one person that it seems like you’d be making the wrong move if you let it go.... Mine comes and goes.

a close second: y’all don’t know the troubles I’ve seen…

get @ me later.
 
LOL, I think we're living almost parallel lives. I broke my ankle (ok, I sprained it) amid some silliness with a friend of my own. I hope you have a swift recovery!

And here's to the silly drunkenness! Everyone needs a moment now and then, lol. If the news ain't good at work, you know one way you can deal. But ummm, did u pee on urself during all that toppling over?

I feel you on being cautious to "let it go"; especially when it won't budge regardless of how hard you push. I just got tired of pushing, and left it there. It helped me with my ankle, lol.

And you got blasts from the pasts tryna come around??? You are a busy woman!

Ummm, all that to say, I wanna play the WII! Maybe I need to get one of my own.
 
Damn, you rolled under the truck? A semi, at that. That's wild.

Patrick is going to call back. He doesn't seem like the type to handle rejection well. Sounds like he wants him some you.

Be safe on your trip.
 
Yeah I had a relationship like that for 7 on again, off again years. And when I finally freed myself, I met my hubby. Now all I can say, is I wish I woulda let that mo'fo go sooner.

Girl, why you letting folks make your drinks?

And something is in the air, it's called a Depression *chuckle*. Trust, your company ain't the only one axing folks.
 
always best to be prepared and what did u do to your arm woman
 
My new game of choice is Guitar Hero. I love that game.

Lol @ you being TMZ drunk. I could see you being led out by your bodyguard trying to shield your eyes. LOL.
 
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