Writing My Wrongs

Yea, I am here..and as soon as I got into the terminal while waiting on the tour guide...I had to tak a picture of my foot... IT'S IS TWICE THE SIZE IT'S SUPPOSE TO BE. They are swollen. Look at the ankles...man, I use to have cute little feet...now I look like I have someone's grandma feet..all swollen and shit.
Oh yea...that's the tat.

Posting an old post...just because I have no time or energy to post some original shit.
By the way...if you eva eva come to China...please remember to bring a role or two of toilet paper.

Slish wants to write the story of the night he, Corporate America and I went out...He's banned from talking about it.
His story of course will be MORE than slightly biased....after all....Slishy always likes to be seen in the best possible light.........but then there is Slasher....

I told him that he is banned from talking about that night...well not the night...but the END of that night...or better yet...the next morning...or rather, the next afternoon.

I will give Slish credit now...so that he has some warm and fuzzies...and because when it comes down to it............he and I have always had a good time.

So the night begins with no one having anything to do and all of us wanting to get into something....or someone.

I am excited because I haven't been out in a minute and Slish and I are as such that we have by-passsed all the flirty-seeing-if-it's-going-to-go-anywhere shit. We are friends with friendly attractions and no desire for anything else......or so I thought.

I think I was rushing home from work...or something like that because I still had on my work clothes and barely had time to run up stairs to clean the necessary areas before Slishy comes pulling up in the Bat-mobile. Lucky for me that I am wearing a low-cut frilly brown shirt and some bad ass brown 3 inch heels with gold trim.....because Slish says,

"You look GRRRREAT! Delicious even! and by-the-way, Corporate America is coming with, do you mind?"
I am thinking, I FINALLY get to meet Corporate American who I have a huge blog crush on (even though he DOESN'T have a blog...lol) So of course I tried to hide my smile and am glad that my damn hair is acting right and that I have some money in my pocket...

(THAT is a small story in itself...I like being able to buy a man I am interested a drink or two...and if I am REALLY digging him...I definitely want him a little tipsy so that I can fondle him...yea, I'mma bit of a perv....but y'all knew this!)

I tell Slish I have no problem with Corporate coming with us....not showng him that my little eggs are doing summersaults in hopes of some new ass.

Slish calls CA and tells him that we are on the way and he takes me up to where my-next-baby-daddy-wanna-be is gonna be. Slish says "Let's see if CA will drive, his ride is bigger and he usually likes to show-off anyway"..........Slish get's a call.....says ok....and next thing I know....someone is sliding in the backseat talking some major shit! lol

Slish and CA are going back and forth and cracking jokes and then Slish says....

"Bloopty this is CA, CA this is Bloopty"
Me? I bend my head back and make sure that he my loooong hair (not that long fa real) falls into his lap and with a juicy-wanna-fuck-you smile, I say...........

"yo son, what's up?"....................LMAO Naw, I didn't say that....I said "hello"....he's said "pleasure to meet you..." and I said (very low) "not yet baby".......
........and turned back around to face the front...............Silence......... that's how I like 'em. It's like you can here a man's brain thinking..... LOL
I know both him and Slish were thinking....."did she say that? naw, she couldn't have. naw, she wouldn't have. But since I don't know...I ain't saying shit!"
I smile to myself...fuck 'em if they didn't hear me and fuck 'em if they did....LOL

Now as they are talking jibber jabber..........jibber FUCKING jabber........I just sit and take in the fact that I am free...ya see, I had just ended it with my constant and had pretty much tried to shut down my reliable and tonight I didn't want to pull from the "reserve" stock, so I was sitting back and feeling as snug as a bug.....not paying attention to men's conversation (I rarely do...which is a bad habit, but if it doesn't concern me directly or money....or me AND money...then I ain't interested usually) I am just enjoying the vibe.....

Finally they let me into the conversation and Slish and I have our own silent language....we look at eachother sometimes and know what the fuck just happened....then laugh. Or we give eachother the eye....as if to say...don't say shit. We also have this huge sarcastic yet playful friendship...how that began??? It's just always been that way...from day one. Like today, I called him at work and the first thing I said was "where the fuck you been muthafucka you know I got shit to say to you"....he laughs and says "I luv when you talk shit!".........that's just us. Buddies.

As we are doing all this by-play CA cuts in and starts to ask me questions.....
.....I'll break in real quick to let my reading audience know that THIS action right here.......proceeds through the evening...... CA is like Bloopty.......we like being visible. Me? I just like being seen and acknowledge and drawing people in like a moth to a flame, CA NEEDS to BE the center of attention 99.9% of the time. If he's not........he get's pouty.

CA is cute. Cute in a little muncheechee way. Cute, cuddly and cute some more. Actually his little arrogant ass would be perfectly my type (if I had a type) but 2 things are a no-no in my book.
1) CA is yeller......not yeller like me but a lite skin dude none-the-less....I don't do lite skin AT ALL....ok well I do...but it's not my preference. 2nd thing) I don't find out until we get out of the car........he's short. I am only 5'4....5'7 with heels on.......I'm taller than him with my 3 inch heels on. Ok...I'm small..........so if me be taller than you..........then you be tiny!

I can handle the OUTRAGEOUS arrogance. I can handle you having to be the center of attention. I can handle you being a tad bit louder than you need to be. I might even can handle your corny ass jokes....................but my picky and petty ass can not handle a wee bit o' man.

Either way....I'm flirting...why? 'Cause I can dammit! He likes the attention....and I'm good at flirting, so hence........the games have begun.

We get to Dewey's and Slish parks and CA get's out the car and mosey up to me and has the nerve to put his arm around my waste...on the lower back no less (...you women know...lower back action means we fucking! well that's what the world around us thinks even if we KNOW that ain't going down!) Sooo I look........down.......into his eyes and smile another juicy smile and say "your a friendly wee bit 'o man, aren't yea?"

OK....I didn't say that last part....but I was thinking it.He laughs and snuggles up to my neck and puts his smooth ass full lips on my ear (like a kiss) and says..........