could you be the dream that i once knew?

cripes but it's been a minute, eh? here i am, not promising a g.d. thing. why's it gotta be g.d.? anyways. let's see.........where to begin. here's some stuff: i'm going to chicago this weekend (i even have an actual day of vacation that i'll be using on friday) with my fake pretend boyfriend. that should be fun. main mission: tennis shoes. baby needs and baby wants. baby deserves. baby will have. that's all for the baby talk. well, for now. in other news, i had major plans to ride up with my friend to nyc to help her and her hubby move (he'd fly up early to meet the movers, i'd ride with her and their fat dog) and then they were going to pay for my flight home. turns out, dear ol' hubby never even heard "boo!" about the plan, so it looks like instead i'll be going to see Dave Chappelle at the pageant on june 23rd. it's an even trade. yea, my sweet fake pretend boyfriend got me a ticket for that show of shows as well. it's weird. why isn't he just my boyfriend? not many people can handle me after about 8 beers and 4 or 5 shots of jager and lemon drops. it wasn't pretty is all i'm saying. but he was all trooper rock-star about the whole thing. turns out, we are merely friends. which is great since ya know, i always could use more friends. and there's that.............i did some major cleaning on saturday (entertaining one of the worst hangovers ever - this wasn't even from going out and partying like i mentioned above, that was saturday night) that included things like window sills getting cleaned. now. that may not seem like a huge thing or even something to congratulate me on (congratulations on keeping up with your dirty house!), but it's something that i normally don't do, even when i feel compelled to "really" clean. you feel me? and hella laundry was completed too. it got rid of the hangover if nothing else. or maybe that was the water? or the shower? or the whatever? who really cares.

let me just give a quick shout out to cory spinks for reppin' the hood and taking down zab judah. oh, and another shout out to lamon brewster for finding the weak chin that wladmir klitschko rocks. really good fighting this weekend. i'm proud of my boys. and the big shout out to my boyfriend (who i'm willing to share...........WITH MY SISTER!) roy jones, jr. for finally coming out of the woodworks and not only having an upcoming fight (see you in may pay-per-view!) AND for being the new commentator since ol' smiley retired. but i miss ya georgie, i surely do!

i did my taxes and fuck i hate the state. i owe them more money than i'm getting back from the feds in a game of Constantly Screwing Me over. it's awesome. i'll raise that money. donations can be made via paypal.

but what sucks is that i have all kinds of plans for money that i just don't have.............so sad. maybe i should bake something? what? i obviously don't know where to turn. in a few weeks here, i'll be going to see de la soul and common for FREE. it's awesome having a good friend's fiancee work at the pageant and scoring tickets. guys: keep your pubes crossed that they play the never do they play "jenifa o' jenni." thanks in advance. i love that expression apparently. it's totally queer too.

i scored the kill bill volume 1 dvd (you say, that doesn't get released until NEXT week! i say, i know people) last night and will view that this eve' directly after work. and then i'm off to visit a friend in the 'hood for some hanging out. i guess i could start using people's names since really, the people that i'm mentioning read this. go ahead, let me know in the form of a "comment" if i can do that. it'd make this all feel so much more personal.

you shoulda gone with the 314skins.

check out The Dog toys that they're giving away in happy meals! they are completely and irresistably adorable. i can barely stand it.

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