Thank the Lord

... for retarded cousins. And I mean that in a good way, LOL. I miss my cousin. I forgot that she comes thru here on occasion. She cant talk on the phone at work so she called me all 007-ish, like "I'mma hit you up on IM." It sounded like her ass was in a closet. Anyway, she's going to come to LA this weekend. And she's promising me that I'll have fun when we go out (this remains to be seen). I broke it down to her about how I dont wanna go out because of the Women of the Rainbow Nation, but she said she's got the answer for that. A 6'3", green eyed, 200-some-odd-pounds answer. And the mo'fo' has thick long curly hair... and he is employed! Gainfully employed! I think I'mma die, y'all. Except theres this one little thing. My cousin is a terrible hook-up person. I mean awful than a mutha. This dude might have some kinda crazy people problems or something. If he really looks that good there's GOT to be something wrong with him since my cousin knows him. I feel the skepticism coming out. Lawd help me. Thats what I get for telling my cousin about my blog, LOL. As if she didnt know too much already, now she thinks I need major help. Which I do, but I'm not so sure I need it from her. LMAO... 'cuzz I know you're reading this, and its all love. But you know you remember that busted ass Byron nigga you hooked me up with.... uhhhlll. Girl if this nigga has 1/8 the problems of Byron, I'm runnin your ass down in the Stang. And if they ask me why I did it, I did it for love, LOL. Well lemme get back to work. At least I feel better now, LMAO.