yeah, i'm blogging again.
be happy.

actually, i never really stopped blogging. i just stopped posting what i was writing/typing cause i hate people and i started feeling like i wasn't blogging for me anymore. so i said, "fuck it" and that was that.

before i forget, mucho gracias to the folks who sent emails to check on me during the storms. we're a bit south of where the major damage occurred but we still got a lot of damage from the heavy winds and hail. the hail totally fucked our cars up. J cried a little watching those chunks of ice pelt his purrdy new SUV. it broke his little heart. it was hilarious.

yesterday, we drove up to check on my uncle's place and just to see if the damage in that area was really as bad we thought. seeing really is believing. i think what little bit of faith in God i had left completely vanished after driving through that neighborhood and not seeing a single house intact. we stuck around to help clean up some of the debris and again today. i felt so bad for all those people standing around crying because they'd lost everything. great way to spend your one year anniversary. [insert heavy sigh here]

but enough about that.

what have i been up to? the same old shit really.

• school is about to kill me. i'm an RA [research assistant] now. i'm loving it but it's stressful.

• sessions pretty much suck my anus. i only agreed to go to 10 initially but i've extended it for 10 more. yeah, the penis made me do it.

• i've started dancing again. actually, i don't shake my booty that much, i'm just helping a friend get her studio up and running. i get to yell at bitches when they fuck up so that's a plus. oh and there's this one dude who said he's gay but i think he's lying cause he always asks me to be his partner so he can feel on my booty.

• my uterus tells me to do evil things like accidentally forget to take my bc pills. i swear the thing has a mind of its own.

• some old lady tried to whoop my ass with her cane. see, J and i were in the grocery store waiting for our crab legs to get steamed. so we're just standing there making kissy faces at each other and being stupid and i grabbed his junk. and i said "i shall call him squishy and he shall be mine. and he shall be my squishy." and i made kissing noises at squishy. and out of nowhere this old bitch comes poking me with her dirty ass cane. "young lady, that is very inappropriate behavior. get out of here!"and i was thinking 'i should bust yo' old ass upside yo' head for poking me in the arm with that thing'.but i didn't say it. i just rolled my eyes at her and said "whatever." old stinky lady. that's mine. i can grab it whenever i fucking feel like it. bitch.
  

• yeah, we still fuck a lot. i gotta get it while the gettin is still good.

• i think i'm addicted to those reese's w/ caramel. it's almost as good as sex. almost.

• my niece, kick-ass C, told me i get on her damn nerves cause i make her sing everytime i talk to her so she's not talking to me until i learn my lesson.

• there's been a little role reversal up in herre. for as long as i can remember J's always been the one keeping me sane. my rock. now, with his mom "on vacation" again, i'm having to be his shoulder to lean on. i'm not used to it. i mean, he's my baby and i wanna be there for him and all that, i just don't know if i'm doing a good job. there are days he's angry at the world and i don't know what to say so i just sit with him and hold his hand or hold him and let him go off about everything. and when i do say something, i don't know if it's the right thing. it's.....i don't know....i'm just not used to it.

• i've had to retire my purple rain soundtrack. i used to listen to it every morning on my way to school but no more. it doesn't make it past the intro of "Let's Go Crazy" anymore. so now, i like to roll all the windows down and blast DFB. stopping at red lights has never been so entertaining. white people always give me this "stupid nigger" look. i love it. but then that one time i got pulled over it wasn't so fun.

• we're gonna be spending another summer stuck in this hellhole of a city. no music fests or nothin. as soon as we're done with school, J starts his internship. and after that's over, we start summer sessions. ugh. that's okay. cause in december, i'm graduating and i'm spending a whole month in amsterdam getting blazed with or without him. i'm sure BOB would love to tag along with me. i'd prefer it be with him cause, you know, i don't have to worry about his peen chipping my two front teefasis. *wink*

so yeah, basically same shit, new location.
and did i mention the boy doesn't know about this one? he knows i'm blogging, just not the URL. i had to give him the "respect my privacy" lecture.

oh yes, there will be blood.


or just a whole buncha sex talk.

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