Glutton for punishment.

I do believe that I'm going to relinquish my cell phone and my chirp to a more responsible party. Because obviously I'm too dense to know when to say when. I listened to the aforementioned 9 minute message from the dope fiend ex. Bad mistake. I'm madder right now then I've been all week, and that's including my latest kicking-to-the-curb of ex-Baby. Niggas have nerve, and that all I'mma say about that. However, I refuse to let a crackhead snatch my happiness out from under me. I'm going BACK to my car, and finish listening to my CD. Then I'm gonna come back in here and do some work (if I feel like it). Then I'll probably go sit in the Sacred Cave of Introspection and take a nap. The happiness is all in the nap, people. You heard it here first. Well lemme get to it. I'm out.