Just a note.

Well, I have a few monumental things to report prior having the all the Black worked offa me by these insane echinacea wielding bastards in hard hats. 1. I avoided getting my ass smacked up the right way and/or losing another pair of draws to TDB. Gold star, biatch! 2. I went out late Saturday and didn't get attacked by the WoMen of the Rainbow. 3. I found my missing panties, which has brought me much glee for reasons I shan't speak on here. 4. I have honey bbq wings for lunch. And I have an apron so I wont decimate my Happy Bunny shirt that says "I know how you feel; I just don't care". 5. Today will be my last day on AIM during work hours. The nasty old panty man has left me a voicemail declaring that today is my last day to see him and he's going back to the office. Meaning, tomorrow I can't go on AIM anymore. Because he'll be offa my territory, but stalking the internet. BOOO. 6. The SST + 1 look especially tasty this morning. You're looking at the winner of the 2005 Westside Compton Dreidle World Championship. Yeah you read that right, I said dreidle. We were watching my lil cousin during super bowl, and she always runs her Jewish stuff by the Black side of the fam, because she thinks she's 100% Black. So we gotta be all hyped over her little stuff she tells us, so she'll feel comfortable and proud of it. We want her to love all her heritage, but hell. It's Black Folks Month, I have no idea why she wanted to bring that yesterday. I think her other granny put her up to it. Anyways, she had her (I can't spell Haunakah) toy and told us how to play. I was bored with the unplanned and unexpected Super Bowl party that had just exploded in my house threatening my chicken wing supply, so I indulged my lil cuzz. Of course we niggafied it a bit, but we had the gist right. I got more candy and ice cream truck money than I knew what to do with. What's bad is Jr's friends decided to play and made it all nigga-style. We were on teams and made up names. I can't say all the names, I don't wanna offend nobody. We had theme music too, courtesy of Snoop Dogg and the Barbie Karaoke machine. So yeah. I'm still full offa strawberry soda, UFO's and Mississipi Mud ice cream sandwiches, licorice and sour powers. I never want to see another sunflower seed for at least 3 weeks. I love my cousin. She makes me look forward to having kids and slightly tainting them. Well lemme get to work. Oh yeah. The brotha in the lab coat will henceforth be known as The Scarecrow, or SC. He is decreasing in cuteness by the day. I swear I hate people who stare at me and don't say shit. Go away! And I'd be wrong if I kicked him in the ankle. Anyway. I'm out for now.