Can I Rob Him?

I quit Job 1 today. I had to. I know I was an ass about it, but I knew if I didn't do it the way that I did BossLady No. 1 would some how convinced me to just work one day a week or one day a month or something or other.I just couldn't do it anymore.

I feel like I let him down. I shouldn't though, I had to do what is best for me.

Oy another heart episode. I haven't had one of these in forever. I'm not sure what's worse a lady doctor visit or a heart episode. It's like someone has there had wrapped around your heart and they are squeezing very hard and very fast. No bueno.

Working the two jobs was turning me into an asshole and I noticed that I was starting to drink more than I normally did. I wasn't getting very much rest either. Tired Me = Cranky Hose Beast Me.

Happy Me is back.

It was nice of TheMC to take me to lunch/dinner. He's really not the douche bag people seem to think he is...at least not to me. *shrugs*

"Can I rob him?" *laughs* That's so sweet, you can rob him. Just hold him down so I can punch in the face and/or balls.

So...apparently my eyes change color? I don't know. I guess today they were a lovely light brown as opposed to a darker brown. I think it's the light. But whatever, I just hope that wasn't your lame attempt to hit on me.

I can't help but sway to J. Dilla's - So Far to Go.

Walking the 32 blocks home was kind of nice. It was quiet, which I would expect at 2AM. I'm not tired and do not feel sore at all. Probably not one of the safer things I've done, but sometimes I just need me time. And I can be stubborn.

Why milk, WHY?

Oh so comfy jeans and tees and sneakers. How do I love thee? (And quite nice that I can wear them to work and be more of me.)

"...as long as you know who you are/and what you're about/nothing they can say can shake your pride/and make you doubt/the beauty you have in you/and when they give attitude/you can tell them like this/say, I'm beautiful and special/and I think it's about time to tell you this/I'm gonna be the best me/that I know how to be..."

Dang Wet T-Shirt Contest was cancelled. I was ready. I had on my white tee and everything. *sigh* Maybe next week. I could use that $100 prize.

I flip flop between who I want/like. But I know who really holds that spot. Moving on.

"...she ask me can I do the Laffy Taffy/I said I do to make the pussy happy..." *rolls on floor laughing*

Sitting here waiting for this new potential client has me mucho nervous. I'm not even this nervous when I go on interviews. I can do this. She already seems impressed with my work. This is going to be easy.

Okay I'm a little irritated that she's late.

It's funny how women (people) see themselves compared to how others see them. A skinny women sees herself as fat when well she's not. It's crazy how our minds work.

There's something about the smell of sunblock that I love in the summer.

"...please baby don't/don't fall in love with me/please baby don't/you know my history/see honey I/I'm just trying to warn you/please baby don't fall in love with me/I've been cruisin down this road for awhile now/I should tell the truth/girl you've so good to me but I know/I'm no good for you/you should run while you can/find yourself a better man/cause I'm know for brief romance/and break hearts across the land...please baby don't/don't fall in love with me...now on second thought maybe we'll give/this love another try/cause I can't see you with no one else/I'm selfish I can't lie/so let's go, let's go slow/you know all you need to know/it could end on day but/let's just say we'll see how far it goes..."

You're such and ass. I'm sooo sorry I don't fit into the little box you've put me in or believe I belong in. I've gauged my ears, I want to learn how to skateboard, I like sneakers, I'm getting MORE ink. It's not a new trend. I'm not following the crowd. It's a been a part of who I am. You really don't know me. I really don't know why I allow you to take up any of my time. *throws hands up in frustration*

Oh my...how that lady travels on the bus with newborn twins and another set of twins under 4 is amazing to me. I will take my children one at a time pleaseandthankyou.

I want a cheeseburger.

Time for change. I need to do something with this hair. I'm either cutting it all off or getting a perm. Either way something needs to happen. Blah. Stupid hair.

Two weeks until I take the driving test. Let's hope I can get these road bumps figured out before hand.

From now on we don't talk about bad dates. We don't even acknowledge them or give them anymore thought. That's bad mojo. *smiles*

Awww...my little gay boy won't be working at AE anymore...well not the AE downtown, they transferred him out to Columbus. :(

JT is the best...she wakes up and cooks us biscuits, grits, eggs and bacon (of which I don't partake in, but do enjoy the smell). What could be better than that?

I feel so naked without my ring. How could I forget it?

Look lady, you're here in the US, where we speak ENGLISH. Don't look at me like I'm crazy because I have have no idea what you're saying.

Wow, the way these young girls treat these boys and vice versa makes me not want to have kids. And if I do they will be in the house...ALL THE TIME. Geez. The things that come out of theirs mouths. We most definitely didn't talk to each other like this when we were teenagers.

Work was pretty effin' awesome today. The night could end with more awesomeness if I get to make out with someone or get some naughty lovin'. [The night ended with more awesomeness, very unexpected, but quite pleasant, but how which did I get? *winks*]

SPICY.

Gas is $4.xx/gallon. Why is it cool to waste that driving around the circle? You don't look cool. You look dumb...and lame. *shakes head*

Happy, happy, happy. People can tell I'm A LOT happier. It's loverly.

Talking to Lucky Rex about sex...kind of weird. I'm not a freak. I'm just adventurous. Don't worry, I'm safe. My face does not want to see the palm or backside of your hand.

It probably IS pretty obvious when I like someone, I gotta work on my poker face. And I'm not embarrassed to admit that I wonder what Action Jackson's package looks like. I mean come on, with a women our goods are clearly visible and what's not well you pretty much know what you're getting, but with a man you never know what you're getting. Him in those tight jeans and a very noticeable bulge...I'm curious.

Wow...just...wow!

Sleep, sleep, sleepy, sleep.

Wow...now THEY'RE calling from their cell phones. Explains why this man's wife was wondering who I was and why my number was in his phone.