I'm talkin 'bout "Stabbin Jamaica".

Well things were a little rough over the weekend, but for the most part I think it's all been sorted out. I'mma spare y'all the details, but just know that UB was skating on some thin ice this weekend. And he's a big muthafucka to be on some ice skates. The shit was crackin underneath him, for reals. But so far, all is well. So I am pleased to report that for the time being I am going to continue being the nice and lovely girlfriend hella people wish they had (well aside from the homicidal tendencies, road rage, and anger management issues, I'm sure). I am in process of purchasing a cruise thingie for his birthday, because he's never been on one. So now I have to figure out where to go. I damn sure don't wanna go somewhere where I step off the boat and either get shanked or become severely depressed at the sight of the natives, so this is gonna have to cost me. His schedule doesn't have much flexibility, so that kinda limits what I can do also. He can only go at one time, and that happens to be the most expensive damn time during that month. But I will not falter. I said I'm takin that nigga on a cruise for his damn birthday, so cruise we shall, dammit. You know what makes me slightly irate? When niggas look at me and purposely say sad depressing shit to me, like "well I've still got my memories, you can't take that from me." Nigga, why would I want to take ANYTHING from your broke ass? DAMN. I don't know why people wanna hit me with retarded shit first thing in the morning. I'm really not the one. I'm sleepy, hungry, and folks wanna be talking to me out they ass as soon as I walk outside. Man, keep whatever you want.... just get the hell away from my damn car. Can't you see I'm trying to go to WORK? Do you even know what WORK is, nigga? Do you? Ugh. And then when I get to work, I've got a note from King Doofus saying "I'm sorry I pissed you off so bad, but you didn't have to cuss me out." WTF??? When did we get back to 9th grade?? I can't remember the last time someone passed me a note at work. Ugh. Juvenile ass niggas. So now I have to be all benevolent and shit because I think he's trying to frame me for workplace violence. I'm not leaving this lab today. F' that. Well I guess it could be worse, he coulda left the note on my car. Then I'd be guilty for reals. I hate it when people put shit on my car... especially desperate ass dudes. Blah. I see what kinda Monday this is gonna be. That's why I'm taking off tomorrow. I don't want to look at anyone. I don't give a damn if it's only Tuesday. I need a day off ASAP. I've already decided. So hah. Well lemme get my grouchy ass to work. I think it is so appropriate that I wore the Oscar the Grouch panties today. I shoulda took my choice as an omen and stayed in the house, though. Oh well. I'm out.