Friday, in the park, I think it was the 4th of July…….

*This* is how I choose to spend my precious and valuable time? For seriously? I get off of work around 8 pm and come home, do some mild “errands” that consisted of me cleaning the toilet, sink, tub and some heavy sweeping, head over to my neighbors to let his dog out, and end up sitting on his couch forever, watching tv? I’m in a state. There are so many more things on the list. Technically, I do have all day tomorrow so I should shut up, but I mean, it’s Gay Pride Fest’ and while I’m not an indulger on the nectar that some call poon, I still know how to support. What? It’s called ‘spect, motherfuckers, read it. Learn it. Know it. If I don’t go, and I shouldn’t, I could knock out almost ALL of The List. It screams for me to use caps on it too. I’m. Not. Kidding. Either. Oh, you want a break down? Fine.

1. head to Pet Smart and get the snotmeiser some food so she doesn’t wither away to a medium-sized cat.
2. see Maria about a suitcase since I’m one of “those” girls and only have duffel-esque bags and she’s got suitcases, on rollers, with handles, that’ll not only fit comfortably in the Mini, but will also be more, how do you say, sensible, for the streets of New Jack City.
3. laundry in the mornin’, laundry in the evenin’, laundry at suppertime………
4. RUN to khin-do and have a broad make a molehill out of my mountainous eyebrows
5. pay a few bill$ while I’m bullshitting
6. house key to Rootz (this has already been pre-arranged to happen some time after 5 p.m.)
7. relax this head o’ hair

I don’t know, there’s more, but I’m just not in the mood to type this list out. It’s been written down about oh, seventeen times so I think that I’ve got a vague idea of what I need to do prior to going out of town. Sheesh, you’d think that I was leaving the country for sabbatical and shit. It’s not even 7 days out of town.

My eyes are almost bleeding. That’s right, it’s barely midnight on a Friday, and I’m gonna turn this shithead in for a nice & durable slumber. I just wanted a reason to type. This. Is. Important.

Durable.

there's a new sheriff in town?

nothing says "GIRL FIGHT!" more than kirsten and i waiting in my truck, outside of rocket bar, for this girl "Gez" (sp) to come out so we could throw some looks and fuckin street at her. i did the slow roll drive by when she finally stopped throwing her whoreish self around to people ("aaaaah, i've had one drink, i'm wasted, make out with me girl friend of mine, i'm gonna play pool and when i bend over to shoot, you're gonna want to plug my pooper........i wear thigh highs with boots") and yelled out "nice outfit!" because i had been dying the whole night to say that to her and kirsten SHOOK MY LOUISVILLE SLUGGER out the window at them as they walked by. man, that was the most awesome ever. i hate girls that are too cool for school with their bangs and skirts and thigh highs and weird cloth wannabe ugg boots. i hate ugg boots. i hate homeade "ugg" boots even more. this girl is retarded and the bar hasn't seen any good drama in about a year and a half. maggie, bartender extraordinaire, is all for this fight. we even acted out what we're gonna do if a showdown were to occur. takin girls down to chinatown is what's gonna happen. all cleveland style. as in, Bone, Thugz & Harmony cleveland style, niggaz! and that's what i ended up doing saturday night after doing some mentionable reppin' at a going away party with BLTs and fried chicken, watching some mentionable boxing with the rootz at maggie's, doing some unmentionable stuff on my couch (whoa, heh, uh, er, doy). got the call from k-fro around 1ish, picked her up and off we went. i've never been in a fight. i don't think that anyone but maggie is tough. this should be good. the goal is to get her and her scabby friends away from the bar in which we reside. what?

rest of the weekend went pretty much as planned. got the Father's Day shopping spree taken care of in a hot minute on saturday afternoon, ran some other errands, paid a bill or two, got drunk and fuckin' weezered on friday night after work. the hottest part was having the rootz in my face around 5 in the morning asking if i would please let him and lou out. i passed out lookin' all hot i'm sure on the end of the couch. i hope i drooled. and snored. Father's Day was just that. father time in the day. with the mother of course. i think he enjoyed the presents and the lunch and the time so i'm pleased. met up with the two fatherhavingbutspendingtimewithnofathers susan and maggie at fuddrucker's while they finished up their lunch and off us loser lesbians went to petsmart, old navy and target. i got some new pajamas and while they're totally cute, i'm not sure if i'm totally cute in them. do you see the distinction? but i did also get an air pump so are you kidding? i'm. this. close. the air pump at my neighbor's is too fancy for my ghetto purple bike. i also got a basket. it's bright white plastic with purple and pink interwoven thingies. as i said in the store when asked why i needed a basket, "to hold my keys, phone and cigarettes." i exhale cancer.

i still need to see harry potter 3. i'm still not kidding. fuck. i haven't seen kill bill volume 2 yet. i totally suck the cock. in a good AND bad way.

new jack city in a little over a week. i can see the rats from here. i can't wait. i'm hoping to french a stranger and have a slice. those are the 2 main goals. i should try and find some sneakers or something too. i don't know. maybe i don't "need" any stuff, maybe i just "need" to get the fuck out of here. i'll buy everything. screw it.

i'm at work, this is not work.