guess what. i got 3 boyfriends now. lol just kidding. sometimes when im bored i create a pretend life full of drama like a soap opera in my head. i change my name, and create these sexy black men with all different personality traits. 1 who just got outta prison & does me so right.. he lets me hold his drug money & he has his packages sent to my apartment. 1 who is mr corporate america, he makes 7 figures & we go on trips to countries i never knew existed. like animapuco islands. (i made that up) & he laces me with diamond jewelry at least once a month. #3 is that wack nigga who u can boss around and tell wat to do. sometimes we need those to feel like we have some control over a man. he does watever i say and he drives me around. hey, it takes me to the next day at least. lol
okay so im officially moved in. everything is done & set up. i promised myself since i was actually stationary this weekend that i would do laundry, watch my lifetime, and buss some shots n the gym hardcore. and that is what i have accomplished on this great saturday. except the lady upstairs decided she wanted to hog the machine for a good 3 hrs so it threw my schedule of track. yo i finally got my sec deposit back and was able to pay off some bills. in a weird way, it kinda excites me to pay bills. lol dunno y, its like this bitter sweet relationship i have with my bills. i hate that they exist, but i love paying them. maybe next lifetime ill find some man dull enough to pay them for me.
i have a new found love for 'everything' bagels. its like a crazy addiction i cant shake. somebody save me, they are taking over my life & before u know it, i might eat 5 in 1 day :(
yo this guy at LA fitness today conned (sp?) me into signing up for a personal trainer. not even goin to tell u how much, cuz ull prolly wanna punch me. but i figure i need someone to push me at least until me & kerns trip in sept then ill just cancel the damn thing. needless to say i had a free session today & thought i was goin to faint at the end of it. it was to the point my legs were trembling hardcore for like 10 mins after the workout was done. anyways im competing wit kern to have this sexy ass stomach, so i can shut him the fuck up. once that is achieved, that nigga better bow down.
anyways, i must go drink liquor with my jamaican friends. tata pookie!
Saturday, August 16, 2008
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4 comments:
love the song!!!!
let me know how the personal trainer goes cause i'm on the verge of admitting that i need help :z
look here we might wanna really look into the seperation at birth thing lol...i seriously create new worlds when this one gets on my nerves...2. I had a personal trainer at LA Fitness and even though it cost a grip I appreciated it {i need someone to stay on me about actually workin out} it was worth it to me, I'm still goin 3 times a week. Good luck ;-)
lol..ur a trip..but i hear yiou wit the fantasy worlds..
yoooooooooooo..i jus fell in love with everything bagels also!!
who sings this song?
i feel you on the personal trainer..my free session at bally's almost killed me..i def couldn't afford tha joint even though I wanted it!! I really need to get betta wit going..you'll get there..jus be careful w/ those bagels..lol..
oh yeah the song is jazmine sullivan - i bust the windows out your car
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