Mrs_Goodbar28

Lyrics of a Soul
2004-05-28 02:03:19 (UTC)

After tonite, don't leave ur man 'round me...

I'm a playa for real, ask my sista Camille! I just made
that up, thas my version of Usher's little intro to "U
Don't Have To Call." I haven't decided yet, but I might
go out tonite since it is Thirsty Thursday and some of my
other acquaintances are back in town. Yesterday turned
out to be pretty cool. I realize again why I did not want
to room with Shorty b/c I found myself getting agitated at
always being around her. We were at work together most of
the day, so when I got off, I was content to workout and
then go home and spend the nite peacefully with myself.
Anyway, we made plans to go workout and when the time came
and she still hadn't called, I called and she told me she
wanted to stay and watch "American Idol." Thas
understandable since she'd been following the show, but
whut irked me is she couldn't call me to tell me!

So, I was about to go by myself when Mouse calls about
goin' to the movies. I remind her she's a day late and a
dollar short b/c we were supposed to go Tuesday, not
yesterday. She claims she got sleepy or whutever, so she
and Jay came over and we decided (after long deliberation)
to rent a movie, a horribly lame movie I might add, "You
Got Served" starring B2K and cook jambalaya (from the box)
for dinner. So we had fun laughing and joking through the
extremely poor acting skills and matching script of Chris
Stokes (B2K's manager), Marques Houston and Omarion. It
was hilarious for us though, oh the jokes! I finally went
to sleep at 1:30 after finding that my girl Fantasia won
(to my surprise!). I'm sorry, but after the first year
of "American Idol" and how Jennifer and LaToya were
wrongly ousted before that Jasmine broad, only makes me
all the more doubtful that America won't be prejudice in
who wins the competition each year. Just look at the
imbalanced way the media pushes Clay Aiken, but if I
recall correctly, Ruben won the title of "American Idol"
in 2003...talk about "Sorry for 2004."

On another note, I left my phone in my room all nite, cuz
I didn't feel like talkin' to the same old people. It was
refreshing to hang out with Mouse and I have been thinkin
about this dilemma I have now that I don't want to room
with Shorty, but I don't know how to break it to her w/o
seeming rude or something. Maybe I'll tell her tonite,
but once again, I don't really feel like hangin' out. I
don't know, I might go out just to dance. All I know is,
I want that apartment on main street, but I don't know who
to live with now and how I'll get the money to stay
there. But wait, let me describe this vision of a place
as best I can: It's like the picture of a home in Better
Homes & Gardens...it has these beautiful tall walls and
high ceilings, large windows, a huge kitchen (its wooden
cabinets and shining countertops were just amazing), then
the front room was nice and spacious, as were the
bedrooms. It was so gorgeous I envisioned decorating the
living room with a coach set with matching tables, an
entertainment center, a desk in the corner, and a bookcase
(for all my numerous books and framed photos & photo
albums). And a collection of art pieces displaying the
different facets of my personality with things I find
beautiful in life such as food, children, blackness,
pregnancy, and music. Then, in the small hallway, I'd
have an extra table (or a big wooden chest or maybe
another bookcase) with an elaborate mirror overhead, atop
the table will be an arrangement of silk violets or
tulips. The kitchen was already perfect, so on to the
dining room, there I'd have a great big table for eating
and studying. Maybe creating a small bar on the side of
the island opposite the kitchen, for morning meals or
night time parties. Out on the patio (yes, there's even a
small patio!) I see myself with another place to write,
think, or play guitar (I'll hopefully know how to play by
then). I see this place as a great space to party with my
friends or have a romantic dinner date in. I find myself
cuddled up on the couch with my chenille pillows and
throw, the loveseat & couch overflowing with appeasing
(and of course coordinating) multicolored throw pillows,
hopefully velvet, and maybe another small table behind the
couch, beside it a lovely matching Laz-E-Boy!
Gee, I'm such a square that I can fantasize about
decorating a house, but hey, that's me! I luv those types
of things, but I think I maybe dreaming to largely with
this place, as it's a two bedroom and they usually charge
$1100/month for it. I think it's worth it since that
includes everything, but the electricity. THe only
problem is that I'm a mere college student with debt and
dire need for more financial aid. Oh well, maybe I'll
find another place just beautiful when I move back home to
Chicago. Hopefully it won't be too expensive (fingers
crossed)!
Well, today at work things went quite smooth. I was
surprised that two of my co-workers who I usually don't
talk to spoke to me. It's not that I'm rude, but I just
don't like talking to people who don't respect me enough
to speak to me, so that was cool. I had a rather short
shift, but I stayed longer to get more hours in. Today
wasn't as busy as yesterday, so everywhere I turned, it
seemed, as soona she got there, her eyes were on my face.
I hate that sometimes, but this one of those times I'm
getting aggitated with every little thing Shorty does.
For instance, the other day, she asks her boyfriend to buy
her a Sprite and when he comes out with a two-liter she
bitches at him that she was thirsty and only wanted a 20
ounce. That was totally unnecessary so when he commented
on her behavior and I agreed, she rolled her eyes at me
and I told her she's trippin over trivial shit. She
blames it on her period, but it's more that she's just
plain spoiled. Again, I just don't think it'll be cool
living with her, not like me and Mouse at least. And
another thing is she makes me feel gay, call me
homophobic, but it bugs me that she gets all mushy and
teary sounding after a nite has passed and I haven't
called or something. On top of that, she asks me too many
questions, like a possessive man or somethin': Who were
you with? Whut'd u do last nite? Whut time? WHen?
WHere? WHy? It drives me up a wall! I know I seem harsh
right now, I'm just tired of her being my only option to
hang out, so I think I'll go out just so I can see other
people (see, sounds like we're in a relationship or
somethin, thas sick!).
Well, that's all for now folks! Until next time, live,
love, life!




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