She weebles and she wobbles...

but she don't fall down. I am NOT a sucka. I know that Lunch is Love (so mandated by Her Imperial Majesty, of course), but you can't use my weakness against me, no siree bob. He showed up all sexy-fied with that damn Dolce and Gabanna on. He think he slick. I did good though. I ate lunch with him and didn't do more than hug him. ex-Baby even found me a Big Red soda to go with my Quizno's. I know he had to go to a couple of stores to find that. I was hella touched, I can't even front. But I'm not seeing the change that I need to see before I allow him back up in here (figuratively speaking, LMAO). I'm really leaning towards taking him back but I can't let one lunch break me down. I gotta be strong, because one lunch he's being sweet, next night he'll be acting an ass. So I need to observe him some more. Considerations and kindnesses are good, but I never said he wasn't kind. He knows what he needs to do, so he'd better get on it. Bottom line. Anyway, The Man is at it again. I know this is called "work". I am in full comprehension of what that entails. But what happened to getting to sit and do nothing? Oh how I miss those days. I don't even have time to read blogs like I used to. I'm falling behind on being nosy. I miss y'all, man. But alas, now the Queen is overworked. And I'm ill... and y'all know why. Pass the chocolate and the vico.din, thank you very much. Well lemme get to work. I'm out, I'll mandate later if it crosses my mind. Do what 'cha do 'til I come back. Later.