2.0.0.4.

What happened to our music? I mean really, where did it go? Of course, you'll catch an occasional jam...but when's the last time it really moved you? I'm sitting here downloading music and beyond the get-me-up-and-to-the-club booty songs...not too much of my 15 hrs of music is current. At least not the R&B. The fact that I found the damn acapella version of What About Us!!!!! I can barely type...oh My GOD. Ridiculous...it's been at least 10 years since I've heard it. I need a moment..I'll holla.

Hot 99...

I know I've been a little MIA lately, but you know, life can sometimes take you under. I've been meaning to do this for awhile so here goes...

INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Copy this whole list into your journal.
2. Bold the things that are true about you.
3. Whatever you don't bold is false.

01. When I was younger, I made some bad decisions
02. I don't watch much TV these days
03. I love olives
04. I love sleeping(I need more than the average person)
05. I own lots of books
06. I wear glasses or contact lenses (sometimes...)
07. I love to play video games
08. I've tried marijuana (once...didn't like it)
09. I've watched porn movies (once)
10. I have been in a threesome
11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship
12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy (key word: *usually*)
13. I have acne free skin
14. I like and respect Al Sharpton(he'll never get my vote on Dec. 2nd however..)
15. I curse frequently (unfortunately...)
16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year
17. I have hobbies
18. I've been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing.
19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me (used to)
20. I'm really, really smart (at least everyone else thinks so..)
21. I've never broken someone's bones
22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal
23. I hate the rain
24. I'm paranoid at times
25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free (w/o a doubt)
26. I need money right now(You're contributions are always welcomed)
27. I love Sushi
28. I talk really, really fast
29. I have fresh breath in the morning
30. I have semi-long hair
31. I have lost money in Las Vegas
32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister
33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.
34. I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis (at least in the summer..)
35. I have a twin
36. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyes in the past (except for eyes)
37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.
38. I like the way that I look
39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months
40. I know how to cornrow
41. I am usually pessimistic
42. I have a lot of mood swings
43. I think prostitution should be legalized
44. I think Britney Spears is hot
45. I have cheated on a Sig. O. in the past(it depends on how you define "cheat"..so I'll say no)
46. I have a hidden talent
47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have
48. I think that I'm popular
49. I am currently single (and it's getting old now)
50. I have kissed someone of the same sex
51. I enjoy talking on the phone (Sprint loves me!)
52. I practically live in sweatpants
53. I love to shop
54. I would rather shop than eat
55. I would classify myself as ghetto (bourghetto at it's best!)
56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders(ditto)
57. I'm obsessed with my Blogger
58. I don't hate anyone. I dislike them.
59. I'm a pretty good dancer
60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington
61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother (I love mi mama!)
62. I have a cell phone
63. I believe in God
64. I watch MTV on a daily basis
65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months(pass out? please I'ma soldyah!)
66. I love drama
67. I have never been in a real relationship before
68. I've rejected someone before
69. I currently have a crush on someone
70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life
71. I want to have children in the future
72. I have changed a diaper before
73. I've called the cops on a friend before
74. I bite my nails
75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club
76. I'm not allergic to anything (not yet at least)
77. I have a lot to learn (don't we all?)
78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger
79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie
80. I am very shy around the opposite sex
81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message
82. I have at least 5 away messages saved
83. I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party (Say no to drugs!!)
84. I have made a move on a friend's Sig. O. in the past
85. I own the "South Park" movie
86. I have avoided assignments at work to be online
87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum (nope, I was always a chicken when I was a kid)
88. I enjoy country music (very sparingly)
89. I would die for my best friends
90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza (hell no!)
91. I watch soap operas whenever I can
92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist
93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career
94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all(show some damn respect people!!)
95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story"
96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy
97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it
98. I have dated a close friend's ex
99. I'm happy as of this moment (You have to at least try...)


You try...

Love is all we need...

I know it's been awhile, and I'm probably too new to have taken such a hiatus. Sorry, what do you want me to do? Anyways, I do understand why it's always me...ALWAYS ME. Can I just lead and live a simple life, you know...a job that somewhat inspires me to get up and go to it, a nice-looking guy that loves my dirty draws, steak and lobster at least once a week. You know, simple dammit!! Guess not, or should I say, not yet.

As usual, I present to you: Drama. OK, where I live parking is horendous. Now, anyone familiar w/ Chicago knows that parking can be an issue...the Oak Park area is like 5 times worse. You can't park on ANY street w/o some type of voucher or permit, and only during the hours you pay for, yadda, yadda. Long story short, I racked up a good amount of tickets. What can I say, rules become confusing...I'm just tryin' to live.

So, back in July I paid an obscene amount in tickets. That was after I concocted a sympathy plea and cried a few times to knock off a few of the fines. I really should be an actress...I mean, there were times when people would go and get me tissue b/c I couldn't even talk. I know, it's a shame, but you do what you have to. So, cool, I paid my tickets end of July...home free until 4th quarter beg. Oct 1st.

I go to get my new permit and lo and behold, I have issues again. Something about me owing fines on some of the tickets I'd paid, etc. Anways, those totaled to over $500...now was I liable for maybe 2 or 3...yeah, but that's besides the point. I'M NOT PAYING SHIT!!!! Damn you Oak Park, I got shit like lights and food to worry about..kiss my ass.

So during all of this guy we'll call IFFY has helped me out b/c he's over the dept. After things we're squared away he'd called once or twice to make sure I hadn't received more tickets and my other "issues" we're going well. So, of course, I seek him again today. He's basically like, "don't worry about it, I'll take care of it". Cool. He asks if I'd go w/ him to see Ray this weekend. Yes, I said I was busy the next 2 weekends(I'm so not interested) so he says "well what about during the week next week." I say "fine". I guess it's the least I can do, he's been a big help.

He comes back, he'd cleared all my tickets and I owe nothing. WHHIII-HEEEWW!!! Go head, it's my birthday!! Then he says he has something for me he'll be back. He hands me an envelope that reads..."I wrote this for you 10/04/04. I hope you like it.

I've Fallen for you...

There is softness in her voice that makes me want to rejoice. The kindness in her heart beats a loud and has that type of rhythm that calms me down. I've fallen for you.

She has no idea the effect she has on me and it's no wonder why I say her and me have to be there is no place else I would rather be than all snuggled up with her next to me. I've fallen for you.

The tenderness of her touch is locked into my memory and never could those thoughts ever get dim to me I hope every day you continue to be good to me and I pray every night I continue to be good to she. I've fallen for you.

My eyes have been blessed to see her beauty and even if should ever I fall blind her beauty I will still see I really wish you could understand what this means to me. I've fallen for you.

I wish we could synchronize our hearts to beat as one for I always want to feel what you feel when it's all said and done. Life without you now would definitely be no fun. I've fallen for you.

You are everything to everyone and I can prove it you are a mom, you work, and even take care of your mom I think that should do it. I wish I could be like your body's life fluid. I've fallen for you.

Seriously though getting back to the poem's message I only want to love you once that is my mission and in the end if we are together forever then I learned all of my lessons. I've fallen for you.

You are very special to me and I hope I can only be as special to you. For the air I breathe is you, you sustain me, contain me, and maintain me. I don't drink or smoke yet I get high off of your perfume, your scent intoxicates me and keeps me drunk with desire for you I inhale you for you are pure and your every intent is genuine and sincere. I've fallen for you.

I hold you dear to my heart and hope one day soon you will be a part of everything great I do right from the start. I've fallen for you.

-IFFY

First off: Yuck! Then, UGH! Followed by, YIKES! Who set me up? You've got to be kidding me? I thought he was gonna come back up w/ a free parking permit not this madness. Somebody, anybody...what the hell is going on?!

Let me address your thoughts: No, I didn't leave out any of the story. Yes, I've only been around him 2/3 times briefly. No, I don't have kids or take care of my mom(how random?). Yes, this was my first day back in since July so I don't know why he was thinking of me 10/04/04. Yes, I am just as baffled as you are.

Synopsis:
Ok, I'm trying to convince myself that maybe he wrote that for someone else at some point. Maybe since I said I'd go to the movie he thought he should "impress" me and make me think he really liked me. So, lightbulb goes off and he thinks about the title of his poem to his ex "I've fallen for you..". BUT, he wasn't thinking about the content b/c if he HAD he wouldn't have given that ridiculous, stalker-psyhopathic letter.

s.R swears that he's concocted this idea of he and I having a relationship in his head and he really believes it. She says "you can't think like a crazy person." Let's not forget that she feels she's an expert b/c she watches Lifetime.

Anyways, it's definitely kinda out there. I'm just trying to hope that I don't have a nut on my hands and that somewhere down deep he thought it was cool to give me someone else's poem...
please let me be right.

I told my mom, and she say's "damn, I just prayed last night for someone to come and love you and be everything you wanted them to be." Ain't that some shit? We both agreed she needs to be more specific next time.

Baker's Dozen

(stole this from s.R, who stole it from someone else.)

The rules: You have to come up with twelve thoughts and one picture (totaling 13) to describe your weekend. Try using quotes, events, links to blog entries and websites, etc.


01. "If you need to hear me say it again, I guess I will...we're moving on."

02. Just think of me as the pages in your Diary.

03. This batch is better than last time..

04. Missippippi Sistas.

05. You make me wanna throw my pager out the window, tell MCI to cut the phone poles..

06. I'm SOO amped right now.

07. Whatever potion you have...I need to get some.

08. I bet he's rich...

09. Well, you DID offer.

10. Self-reflection and solitude.

11. "I shouldn't have said that, I feel bad."

12. "I take that back, I don't feel bad at all."

13. (the image to describe my weekend...)

Me and the Mole..(ester)

You're ruling the way that I move,
and I breathe your air.

You, only, can rescue me
This is my prayer.

-Cherish the Day, Sade

Wow, I love her. That really has nothing to do with the post. Those lyrics just popped in my head and since I think they're great, I feel like everyone else should. Anyways...

So we all remember MJ, right? Stilts may be easier to remember so we'll just go w/ that. Okay so Stilts and I make plans to go to dinner last night. Cool, any sensible man knows the fastest way to a woman's heart is through the stomach. Well, maybe not to the heart but it'll get you at least into the intestinal region. So he calls a few times early just to make sure we were on but I was unavailable( I do this thing called "work" at least sometimes). So, I call him back around 5pm. He wants to know my ETA so he can go ahead and get ready to head my way. First off, pipe down a bit..go have a pb&J, feed your dog, do whatever you do when you wind down. So I'm like, "well, I was thinking it'd be best if you'd not head my way until after 7pm...you know, so traffic will be lighter." I guess that was part of the reason, moreso, that I needed to do something to my hair. Whether I'm trying to make a love connect or not, I need to maintain. You never know who you may run into.

So we spoke again around 7pm he didn't make it to me until 8:45pm, which is cool b/c the Apprentice always keeps my interested. Leave, drive, park, yadda, yadda. We went to Houston's which is a really nice restaurant and I hadn't been to the one in Chicago so that was enjoyable. Foods good we're making small talk, then the age-issue resurfaces.

Background: Now, when I met him (that Thursday night in a club) he asked my age, I said "24 turning 25 in about a week or two". When I asked him he says, "guess." I think I may have guessed like 32, b/c obviously if you're saying guess then that means I should be surprised by your answer. He looks fairly young so I gave him 32 for padding. At that point, he decided not to tell me..so I didn't press it, I didn't really care. So, we exchange numbers as did he and one of my girls. I just looked at it like, he's cool..he rolls w/ the promoter...and our drinks were free..why not. That was a little background. Did I mention I was scatterbrained?

Anyways, so when I went over last weekend it came up for the 2nd time and he does the guess thing. Come on now, spare me. Then settles on the fact that he's 28. That's cool, I'm still not really interested like that, but it's good to know I'm not hanging out w/ a Mole(ester).

During our entrees, he asks "Did you ever guess how old I was?" I'm like you told me...28. Then he says something about forgetting what he'd said. Then asks me to tell him what I guessed again. Dammit...now, I know that when a) I don't really know you and b) am not really interested romantically, I can come off as quiet, shy, and/or nonchalant. It's nothing I do on purpose but guys in his category tend to tell me this despite the fact that I'm none of the above. Maybe nonchalant at times, but that's neither here nor there. Bottomline to all of that was: don't try me and your getting on my nerves. So I'm just like, "No, I'm not doing that, just tell me." Him: "I don't want to scare you off." Me: Looking at him w/ the I-don't-give-a-shit-so-just-get-to-the-point face. Do you know what he comes out his face with?

40. Yes, nigga, 40. I couldn't do anything but chuckle. Partially b/c I couldn't believe he initiated a lie like that, b/c I never really inquired into his life too much. Otherwise, b/c I've been looking for an out and you just gave me one.

So I just pretty much smiled and nodded the rest of the time. He asked if I'd dated older men and I told him yes but not quite as old as him. He asked if I had a problem w/ dating older guys and I say that I don't have a problem persay, it's just that we're often on different pages. So I didn't give a definitive answer, and given that I'm grown, I won't.

Don't really feel like rehashing anymore of the dinner convo b/c I don't really care so why would I think anyone else would. What I do know is that was some bullshit. Is it just me or was that foul? To me, his lying clearly indicates that he feels that there's "something wrong" with the fact that he's 40. He's not justified in saying that he did that b/c he didn't want to scare me off b/c I never gave him a reason to think that I'd have a problem with it. Would you lie to someone about your age? Let me state a quick disclaimer: I'm not going to say that in a situation where I was really feeling someone that this would totally kill the deal. I'd probably harp on it for a minute, but if I liked him then I'd get over it. However, this shuts ole' boy down b/c he didn't have his foot in the door from jump, he really wasn't too far past the front gate. I'd already peeped out the window and decided I wasn't going to answer anyway. I don't want nonna' what you sellin'!!!

So let's revisit:
a) Was that foul?
b) Do you lie about your age?
c) What's your old ass doing promoting parties and jukin' in the club any damn way?

Thoughts??

The Jones'...

It is the color of light,
The shape of sound high in the evergreens.
It lies suspended in hills,
A blue line in a red sky.

I am looking at sound.

I am hearing the brightness
Of high bluffs and almond trees
I am tasting the wilderness
of lakes, rivers, and streams
Caught in an angle of song.

I am remembering water
That glows in the dawn
The motion tumbled in earth
Life hidden in mounds.

I am dancing a bright beam of light..

I am remembering love.

-Nia Long as Nina Moseley. Love Jones

I tell ya, this takes me there everytime. When I was in my sophomore year of college our boot-legged ass apartment didn't have cable jacks in the bedrooms. So, of course, we popped the same 5 VHS tapes in just to have something playing in the background. I could watch Love Jones EVERYNIGHT w/o pause. It's the greatest. Two people w/ an undeniable connection that fall into the normal routine. You know, kick it/roll with it..let down your guard just enough to enjoy yourself, but keep it up just enough to ward off any "hurt". Catch feelings, on your own accord though..never letting the other know. Not, of course, until it's too late. Add your mix of random bullshit/f'ups in. Then you either end up like them saying, "I don't care what it takes...it's about you and me" or "damn, I wonder..." Classic shit!!! The Jones - likely to result in confusion, disarray, and possible heartache. But so damn satiating that you'll try it again, and again, and a-damn-gin. Where's my Jones?!?! (sigh)

Now that I've brushed that off, I can get over it and get my swagger back. I'm getting pretty comfortable in this space. I damn near feel at home. S[dot] threw me a little blogger welcome party so I'm meeting new people. Thanks s.R!....still getting used to this alias thing.

I have this new guy I'm dating...we'll call him M.J. Not b/c he's "that dude" like Jordan...more like Micheal Jackson. I know what you're thinking...wacko jacko. Molester maybe? Woman-ish? No...just skinny ass hell. Background: met him one night a few of my girls and I stepped out after a sorority function downtown(Chicago). We went by this free spot, Pharris was DJ'n so the music was hot but it was dead. No sense in missing out on sleep so we were headed out. Bump into MJ and his boy, the guy who promotes the party. So they invited(damn near forced) us back in for a few drinks. They were actually really cool and they kept 'em coming, so we'll entertain. Why not? Anyway M.J.'s pretty tall probably 6'3" or so and very personable. Cool. No Letting Go comes on...my damn JAM! I know it's old b/ I fuckin' love it. Anyways, so I just naturally saunter off into this groove and he follows suit. I look over and see this 2 stilts underneath his jeans a bobbin' and a swayin'. Now, I'm trying to keep my face together as it naturally cocks to the side in disbelief. "Is this nigga really THAT damn skinny.." I mean, I'm waiting on some dancers and drummers to pop out b/c I felt like I'd been transposed into a Shaka Zulu movie. I know I may sound ridiculous, but if you'd refer to 41 from my 100 list you'll see that I don't do skinny dudes. Anyways's that was a tangent.

Basically, long story short. We hung out Sunday. It was a cool, neutral time b/c he invited friends over. Taboo, drinking, conversation. He called me yesterday one to give the option for dinner(of which, I didn't take up) and two to tell my goodnight(on my vmail). Now it may look as if I'm dissing ole' boy. It's really not like that. He's cool. However, I'm trying to dance a bright beam of light...I'm not really pressed for coolness. As Reddy proclaimed, my tolerance for BS is getting lower by the second. Quite frankly, I'd rather floss my teeth than entertain someone b/c I'm bored. Maybe I'm pigeon-holding myself into unhappiness? Maybe I'm not really letting anyone in. I don't know, you tell me. I'm just trying to live. Anyways, MJ doesn't really fits into this category. Like I said, he's cool..I don't mind hanging out w/ him. Though I wish someone would drop him a line letting him know that he may as well kill the lets-hang-eryday-thing. I'm gonna shoot that down erytime.

I'm looking to feel butterflies plain and simple. Intrigue me dammit! You know the kind where when you first meet that person your like "Damn, I need to know him/her". Maybe I'm just a dreamer, but I don't think I'm asking for too much. Am I?

Who you know...?

Okay, I guess to be an "official" blogger I have to complete one of these 100 fact things. So here goes...

1. I'm a libra to heart
2. I've been told often that I'm fun to be around(not often that people say GOOD things about you..)
3. I have 2 siblings, though most only know about 1.
4. I can count on more than one hands my "best" friends.
5. I can make it to two hands if I included my "closest" ones.
6. I'm a private person.
7. I'm a good listener
8. I consciously attempt open-mindedness
9. I'm scatterbrained
10. Only 1-2 people can say they know everything about me.
11. I struggle with communication in romantic relationships
12. I love to dance.
13. When I was younger, I was ashamed of my height(I'm nearly 5'10")
14. Now I embrace it, or maybe I just got used to it.
15. My mind is rarely at rest.
16. I think that's good and bad.
17. I have control-issues.
18. I enjoy the feeling of being in love.
19. Sometimes I wish I was now.
20. I'm intrigued by butterflies.
21. I have a butterfly tattoo.
22. My family dog's name is Koffee.
23. I LOVE old school R&B.
24. I don't really have a favorite anything.
25. I want to marry and have kids.
26. I refuse to settle, thus, I'm at times lonely.
27. I hate the smell of breath.
28. I have unnattractive feet.
29. I used to bite my nails until they would bleed.
30. I stopped after my aunt was killed when I was 8.
31. She always wanted me to stop...
32. I never bit them again.
33. My family is my strength.
34. I hate that my little brother and I aren't as close as I'd like...
35. I take responsibility.
36. I am a good friend.
37. I am truly blessed.
38. I feel unnattractive without earrings.
39. I love Miami!!!
40. I go as often as possible.
41. I love dark, thick(muscular) men.
42. I love football players...
43. If I could tone down my morality, I could be a groupie.
44. I love to plan.
45. I am extremely impatient.
46. I'm a kid at heart.
47. I idolize P.Diddy.
48. I'm alot more sensitive than people think.
49. I hate people who consistently complain.
50. I still miss my best friend from college....
51. She was probably the best friend I've ever had.
52. I've had alot of good friends...
53. I closed the book.
54. I love living in the city.
55. I'm very prideful.
56. I hate tense situations w/ loved ones though I love to debate.
57. I manipulate well.
58. I don't let men in easily.
59. The ones that got in, forced their way in.
60. I should try to change that...I haven't found a good reason.
61. I usually think I'm right.
62. I usually convince others that I am also.
63. I've never really cheated.
64. really is relative.
65. I usually think before I speak.
66. I hate inconsiderate people.
67. I'm very strong for myself and others.
68. I hope I won't always have to be.
69. My upbringing was very humble...
70. Yet it was so beautiful, I thank God everyday.
71. I often feel misunderstood.
72. I've discovered that some view me as being judgemental.
73. I view those some as weak.
74. I love a good sale.
75. That can be a hindrance.
76. I often feel like I don't have anyone to talk to.
77. I know that's more of a choice than a circumstance.
78. I give friends and loved ones a lot of slack.
79. I've been taken for granted.
80. I'm a master at detaching.
81. I think I like kids more than I thought.
82. I concern myself with others more than i should.
83. I love to read.
84. I have dark secrets.
85. I iron nearly everyday of my life.
86. When a guy describes me, I hear sexy more often than any thing else.
87. I'll take it.
88. I wish I could relive my college days.
89. I check my email multiple times a day.
90. There's a chance I have Adult ADD.
91. Maybe we all do...
92. Never tasted beer...it smells.
93. I'm ready to settle down.
94. I'm becoming a pretty good cook...I'm up to about 6/7 dishes.
95. Good is relative.
96. I know what I want in a mate.
97. I wonder if I'll ever find him.
98. I appreciate the small things in life.
99. I strongly believe everything happens for a reason.
100. I hope people start to read this shit!!

Three blogs in one night.!!! I'm movin' on up..

They Got Me....

Lovin'

• Jay on access granted w/ the slim-fittin' sweater...he's such a grown man
• my family and friends for keeping me encouraged and in perspective

SO Bent

• Cheney and Edwards on the subject of Black women and AIDS
• Nigga's with wrecked grills(teeth, not sure who's reading and how up-to-speed you are on slang)

Reminiscing

• My ex's birthday wish
• My more recent's lack thereof

Hopeful

• OBAMA!!!
• A callback on a position I'd forgotten about(I am a dreamer, but I do work ya know!!)

Shame-Faced

• New-aged Hip Hop. ie...Chingy's oration that he's a "balla...high rolla babay" Just shoot me..
• Spinnin' hubcaps on any car with an occupant over the age of 18.

Givin' Groupie Love

• Idris Elba
• The Apprentice

So AMPED

• The Hip Hop series on VH1
• That damn dinner at Butterfield 8(if you didn't know I'm a Sherm by definition so food always takes me there)

Chillin' Out

• Over and Over by Nelly/Tim Mcgraw
• quiet walks alone

At Peace

• my heavenly Father
• the innocence of a little baby named Kanye..I love him(and no he ain't miness!)

It's my Party...

and I'll cry, scream, laugh, and do whatever the hell else I want to. Yep folks, as of yesterday, I've been around a quarter of a century. Damn that's a long time. I was actually pretty depressed yesterday...borderline on the verge of tears. I'm not 100% sure why though...well, maybe I am, but I'm just not that comfortable in this space yet. Let's just say I haven't quite figured out my path to life, love, and happiness yet. Now don't get me twisted...I'm not a step away from Charter... I'm just very methodical in most aspects of my life. So when I don't feel like a have a good sense of direction I can tend to feel like a wanderder or drifter of sorts. I'm a work in progress, what can I say.

A wise man told me today that by 40 it begins to fall in line, but you never REALLY figure it out. By 60, you can begin to relax. This theory was all pretty frightening to me given that this is coming from a very successful, vivacious 64-year old white guy. Damn, THIS CAN'T BE LIFE!!! At least I'm still trying to live.

You can find me...

I must say I had a WONDERFUL weekend! Few words can describe the type of fun I had. You'd probably think I'd just jet-setted to MIA or Cabo somewhere. Nope, good old Indy for Classic weekend. Who played? Um, don't know. Score..? No clue. Where were all the party spots..? ....um. All I can say is that I did me, and it was great. I had ALL, I repeat all, of my friends in the same spot. It may seem like a small feat, but I have two different cliques w/ varying types of relationships throughout both. They come from all over the states, however, this past weekend they were in Indy at my girl s.R's home. I mean we lived it up. Let's start w/ Friday:

Friday we all got in around 10pm, met up at s.R's around 11pm. Chilled out, took a sip or two, and snapped pics. Let me add a small disclaimer...at times I may say things that may to some sound conceited or cocky. That's not it at all, I (as are my girls) am just a pretty confident person so if I or whomever I'm speaking of was the shit, then that's just how I'll word it. Hell, If I don't feel myself who will? So back to the night, I got pretty amped just glancing around the room b/c everybody was the complete shit and to have 10 stunners in the same room is just absurd! Absurd in a good way, we're not the type of chicks that like to hang w/ 6's or less. It's unnecessary. That just brings down the caliber of everyone else. But roll w/ a top ten crew and the possibilities are endless. You know what, I apologize...I'm totally off the subject. Just let me have my moment, I don't get the opp to hang w/ my people that often...I was just gassed.

Anyways, so we headed to First Friday's, it was actually pretty lame but it's cool b/c the expectations for the party itself weren't very high. It was cool, no highlights that come to mind. A few clowns that standout, ie. the guy that forced about three of us to dance w/ him as he grimaced and grabbed his nuts, the lanky tall guy w/ the gap the mentioned at least 3 times in 56 seconds that he played ball, and funky-fortyish guy that wanted to invite us to his friend's 12000 sq.ft home(right..) but needed us to bring swimsuits. Oh okay(smile and nod). It was cool saw a lot of old friends, music was decent I guess, so it was cool.

Saturday, chilled went to my other friend's house where two of my best friends stayed. Met up w/ my other best friend and her boyfriend after they made it into town and rolled to P.F. Chang's. Convo'd, drank, yadda, yadda normal stuff.

Saturday night-Main event:

Got over s.R.'s and it was just on from there. I probably shouldn't have even written this with such crescendo b/c I'm not the best storyteller. So you would probably assume that some great detailed story would follow, but I'm not sure if I can do that. Everyone hates that about me sorry... It's not that I don't tell a good story, it's just that I have such a "to the point" personality that I can't remember small details. But I'll try and if it's not to your liking, the hell w/ you...this shit's for me.

So we go to s.R's(it's hard using these aliases over and over) and it seems like everyone started rolling in at the same time. Now we were supposed to have this drinking contest that's only been pubbed for the last month. Needless to say there was none. But if I had to pick a winner I'd say.........ME dammit. I was a f'in soldier, hear me. From the time I stepped in the door I had a cup. Light to dark, dark to fruity, I don't matter...that's for people less grown than myself, I do what I want. Was I sloppy drunk? No. Was I passed out on the floor? No. Nigga, I got discipline. Did I have any great hookups...nah. But one of my girls was working the party like a true player. I was shocked and impressed b/c she NEVER just let's loose like that. It was all very much on the low and you would've never known...but I do. It was rather refreshing to see her step out and just say "hey, I gotta do me." That's cool shit. Bet you'd like me to elaborate...I'd rather not.

But, man it was just a good ass time. A lot of old friends for reminiscing and comfort but just enough new ones to add variety and excitement. I must say I had a good grown-up assed time. Maybe later, I'll have more details...or maybe writing this blog will be enough to satisfy my urge to vent about it. Who knows? Maybe I'll be a more avid writer after my shit looks a little cuter dammit!!!! My blogmaster is playing me write now....

This was all pretty random but that's okay, it's only my second post...I'll get better, maybe not.

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Well Hello, hello...I finally made it! This whole thing is an interesting phenomenon, I must say I've been intrigued for awhile. My friend seriouslyRandom is an avid blogger and she's been trying to get me to sign on for awhile. So I said, "what the hell..I'll give it shot." Hopefully, it'll do me some good. I'm a dreamer you know, and dreamers tend to shift from one thing to the next. So we'll see if I can add a bit of my color to this cyberhood. Here goes...