i had a really great time last night.
hanging out with the fags at the gay club.
NOT getting hit on by dumbasses with gold teeth who say shit like "Ay shawty, what cho name is?"

i had to cut the outing a little short though cause J wanted me to come home.
i wish i'd have had a camera on me when i walked in.
the hairs on his head were sticking up because for the entire two and half hours i was gone, he was in the living room pacing and pulling his hair.

i miss him like crazy when he's gone but i don't touch the hair.
that's another topic for antoher day though.

*****

this morning, we woke up and sluggishly laid in bed for an hour and a half.
just breathing on each other's skin, taking the other in.
after a quick shower, we walked the dog around the 'hood.
we waited around for the parentals to call and let us know they'd checked in the hotel.
it was supposed to be J's parents and my mom and some guy she's screwing but only the moms came.
i was really looking forward to making that dude cry but oh wells.

we met up with them for brunch at the cheesecake factory.
that all went over pretty well.
we got the usual shit: how's school, when are we taking graduate exams, are we eating right [that one was more directed at me], yadda yadda yadda.

Mama M [J's mom] asked if we'd set a wedding date yet.
i said no.
when she asked why, i said because J's not ready to get married and told them about J breaking up with me because he thought i was gonna try to get knocked up and trap him or whatever.

he got pissed.
for the rest of the time we were there, he just glared at me.
as soon as we got in his car, he cussed me out like a step-child.
i let him have that one because i knew the only reason he was mad was because i said what we both know.
it wasn't even worth arguing about.
i mean, there are/were other reasons we hadn't set a[nother] date but that whole incident last week just pretty much sealed the fate of our engagement.
it's gonna be a long one.

i would love to marry J tomorrow but he's not ready for that next step.
he says otherwise but i'm the smart one here.
he's come a long way from the selfish asshole i started dating 3 years ago but he's still got a little bit more of growing up to do before we jump the broom.

anyhoos, after brunch, the moms followed us home.
the first thing out of my mom's mouth?
"okay, what have you two not had sex on? i don't want anyone's bodily fluids but my own touching me."

she thinks she's sooooo fuckin funny.
what she doesn't know is yesterday J and i boned on that lounger her little prissy ass was resting oh-so-comfortably in today.
bitch.

so yeah, after the little tour of the place, they pretty much decided they were gonna replace every piece of furniture we have and re-decorate everything.
i really wanted to cuss them out but that's my mom and she'll hit me.
and i've been on J's mom's good side too long to fuck it up now so i just bit my tongue.

then those hoes put me out of MY kitchen so they could cook.
literally.
my mom walked up on me while i was pouring myself some kool-aid, pushed me, and told me to go sit my little narrow ass down so she and Mama M could cook.
i like being fed and all but that ain't cool.
she's lucky i like her macaroni and cheese or we would've been some fightin' bitches up in hurr.

they made pot roast, mac and cheese, sweet n sour green beans, cornbread, and peach cobbler.
there was something else but i can't remember what it was.
J probably ate it all like he does everything else.

after they fed us, they went back to the city to wander around and shop.
i know they talked shit about me.
they always do.
i don't appreciate that shit.
i do hope they bought me furniture though.
that i would love.
i'm not really looking forward to having them here tomorrow though.
i only like them in small doses.

*****

i think J's still mad at me.
he hasn't copped a feel since this morning.
i'm pretty sure that's a record of some sort.
it won't last too much longer though.
i'm sleepy and we have a rule about not going to bed mad at each other.
so one of two things is about to happen.
either
we're gonna talk about, kiss, fuck and make up, and go night-night
or
no one's getting any sleep tonight.
i'm hoping for the former.
it's a lot nicer.

p.s. i haven't forgotten, bitches.




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