K.M.A. So What

"Kiss My Ass... So what?"

Well since I'm bored as hell, I might as well entertain myself. My favorite blog is shut down for black folks purposes (forgot to "renew") so now I'm stuck as hell. I coulda just kept up the diary at geocities, but, well, too lazy. And since no one is gonna find this, as opposed to the Yahoo Crap-Ass Diaries, then I can write about whatever the hell I please.

My favorite subject. Men. I have recently become the "Mrs. Parker" (offa the movie Friday, for the cinematically impaired) of my block. I'm too old for the li'l boys to mess with, but they all try to get at me anyway. They make me feel old. They're all like 15-18 and I'm an ancient ass 25. On top of that, I am (not really) ashamed to admit that I'm getting involved with dude next door to me. He has his advantages... he is next door. Which means I dont have to drive and waste my $2.35 gas to see him. But then there's the negative aspect of having the Compton Neighborhood Watch (read: DOPE FIENDS/NOSY BASTARD/OLD PEOPLE) patrol all in my business. Thats the price I have to pay though. I got tired of messing with dude at my job, he got old really fast. I think it was more of a conquest thing (for both of us, since I'm so much younger than he is). But he took the seperation too hard, which let me know he was catching feelings. I ain't got time for that.

Maybe that could be construed as skanless, but then I can't care. It's too hard being a sista out here. I've been done dirty enough times to know how to get while the gettin's good. So that's what I do. Plus, if its supposed to be mutual, whats with all the "feelings"? Now when I am in a relationship with feelings, I get screwed. Usually hella quick too. So for now, I'm cool on that. I forgot how much fun it is to be unattached.

I realized that my filthy car needs to be washed. But I cannot find a reason to do so since I have to park under a tree at work. If I don't park under a tree, the leather seats will take the first 3 layers of skin off my ass when I get in the car. So I guess I'll just leave it dirty until winter. Naw, thats a damn lie. I'm gonna wash it this weekend, when I get my straw set re-done.

I should be working now. But who cares? Thats what happens when you just don't get enough sleep. At least I got the looking busy down. None of these folks have the juevos to test my evil ass anyway.

Random thought alert

Nextel and Boost Mobile are straight from the devil. I let my brother talk me into buying a damn i730, and I've been getting nothing but chirps from these little pre-pubescent assholes that memorized (and obviously distributed) my damn chirp number. Now I'm getting harassed by the young latino male population at Centennial High School. Makes me sick.

By the way, if anyone does read this, don't eat at the damn Boardwalk Casino in Vegas. Them nasty S.O.B.'s gave me food poisoning so fierce I ended up passed out in a hotel bathroom once I made it back to Cali. Thus prompting my brother to force me to buy a damn chirp phone... leading into my current problems being stalked by high school be-be kids who can't even spell "chirp".

I forgot I was talking about my favorite subject of men. Oh well. Lemme get some work done before they come in here to fire my black ass. (to which I'd reply "Kiss my ass so what?" Just like the African dude in Next Friday.) BLAH.