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Countdowns:
7 days til Babyface in concert.

Song of the Day:Dancin' Shoes by Gavin DeGraw

WTF? The past few weeks have just flown the hell by. And I can't believe Thanksgiving is this week. Anyways. Lots to yap about so sit back and be updated! My trip to see Fab came and went. The Suns season opened and bombed. My birthday past while I couldn't breathe in bed. Rob Thomas in concert got right what Gwen Stefani didn't but still didn't dull the need to chuck the cd at him. Where to begin?

Oh if anyone in the LA, Hollywood area wants to go to the Troop and Shai concert next Wednesday at Universal City, email me!!

So San Diego was fun. I spent entirely too much time with the dickhead she loves but whatever. My plane ride down was interesting. I got to sit by a cute guy finally. Too bad he ruined it when he opened his mouth and had a bunch of fucked up teeth. I should have known that it was gonna be a bust though because there were clues BEFORE he opened his grill. He had a kick ass New Jack City shirt on. That I could deal with. Then, he puts on some ghetto bling Gucci shades that he wore the ENTIRE flight. Then he has his fucking cell phone on the entire flight! It wasn't the fact that it was on the bugged me, it was the fact that the damn flight attendant kept coming over and asking questions and keeping ME awake. I did manage to fall asleep for about 20 minutes and woke up just in time to have him order a Heinkein. When that came, he then pulled out the prescription bottle and took something. Wonder-freekin-ful. Just then, the captain came on and said we would be landing soon so I started looking out my window. When we approached the city, I couldn't believe how clean and clear the view was. I just said to myself out loud I had never seen Cali look so clean. Well, I guess he heard me and started talking to me. So we chit chat for awhile as we get ready to leave. When we land and we get up he reaches in to his bag and pulls out this BIG wad of cash. This was some movie type bundle shit I am telling you. Weird I tell you.

So I get to the airport and get to Fab's. Well, she's not home yet. Great. So I chit chat with the ass for awhile until 10 minutes later when Fab calls and wants to know what I want for dinner. I don't care and let them choose. So we go to Olive Garden and wait for her there. Finally, she gets there and we eat and talk and hang out. After dinner I go with Fab and she's like yay! Let's go shopping! Hell yeah. So we go and that's really all we do all weekend. Talk, eat, shop. Drive down to San Diego, talk, eat, shop. Go to the beach. Talk, eat, shop. I had a blast and I know she did too until the asshole pulled some shit but fuck him. I think we really needed to see each other and just hang out like we use to. I really can't wait to see her again.

Sunday, I get home and the moment I get picked up from the airport, people are blowin' phone up. It was really kinda funny. One of the peeps was Leroy and he was wanting to know if I wanted to hang out. I said cool and he came and picked me up and we just went to Denny's and hung out and talked. He's doing good and I am really happy for him.

So I come back home and both Bitchy and Wimpy are sick. Bitchy more. So I do my fucking best to avoid them and their germs but I can't because everyone at work is fucking sick too! WTF?!? So November 1st was the Suns season opener and I get out early. I get home and Wimpy sounds and looks like shit so she's not going. Fuck. There's a $130 down the drain I thought. But I remembered Kai was home already so I call her and she's game. So we go get her and get to the arena just in time for the starting line up announcements. Yay for nationally televised games. By the way, we are in the seventh row behind the fucking Mavericks bench. Don't I rock? I would have preferred to sit behind the Suns bench but those are an extra $50. I only love 3 acts that much and 1 of them owes me a lap dance after I spend that much money. Anyways. I am having a good ole' time. I am watching my boys kick some ass, talking shit about the Mavs and their owner's take on the new outfit rules with my dad and best friend, and Harry-son the inflatable Gorilla was dancing on the court for me.
Then they start letting them catch up and then before I know it we are going to overtime. Errg. OK fine. They start out ok and then AGAIN we are going to overtime. Fuck. Fine. Hurry up so I can watch my post game show. By this time it's 11:50p. They start the overtime and the Suns just couldn't buy a basket. And Shawn Marion fouled out. Before I know it the Mavs fucking won and it's late as hell. And I have to ride in the back of my truck. By the time we get to Kai's it's 12:45a. I finally get home at 1:30a and my nose is running. Great. But I don't think too much of it and get ready for bed.

When I wake up the next morning I am stuffed up and can't breathe. Fucking a. But I get up and go to work. I do the same on Thursday but this time I sound like shit and my head hurts like hell. But again I get up and go to work. When I get to work, they tell me a package came for me. Huh? Ok.... I don't' know what it is but I get and B3th@ny and R@che1 are both waiting for me with scissors to open it. I open it and it's flowers! Kai had sent me a really pretty bouquet for my birthday signed "A Message- No Name". My friends are funny. All of my co-workers are asking who sent them and I say one of my best friends which prompts them to say their best friends suck. So I stay at work and feel like shit.

When I get home I can't find any fucking cold medication so I just take some Advil. Kai & Tracey called after midnight to say happy birthday and then proceed to tell me I sound like shit. Finally, after much debate I crash out at about 330a. Happy birthday to me.

The day is spend with me, asleep but getting up four times: two to talk to Fabiola and my Grandma on the phone, both who said I sounded like crap, once to read the text message my friends at work sent, and the last to get some more drugs. When I did that, Bitchy said happy birthday and went to give me a hug and a kiss and said I was hot then tossed the bottle of Advil at me. I go back to sleep and don't wake up again until Kai calls and wants to know if I feel good enough to go eat. It's a little after 7p. Not really but I really want soup so I go and get dressed and wait for Tracey to pick me. We get Kai and we go to Mimi's and meet up with Tricia. But not before stopping at Walgreen's to get some cold medicine, Carmex, and some lotioned Kleenex.

Oh does anyone else have to deal with going to the pharmacy to get their Tylenol COLD because there is such a high meth lab percentage in their city? All I fucking wanted was to stop the boogers and fever but I have to spend 20 minutes dealing with a pharmacy tech who just started high school hassling me about not looking over 18. ON MY BIRTHDAY. That was fun.

The next day I slept some more and got up to the noise of my loud ass family. Not just the parentals though. My fresh from jail uncle, his pregnant down ass wife, and my A.D.D. cousin. I am still not feeling good. So good that I am even considering bailing on Kai and Rob Thomas. At the fair. With my fried food. Yeah.... But I get drugged up and take a hot bath and then get ready. I chit-chat with my family for awhile and I am always weirded out when I hang out with them. I just watch and listen and it gives me the chance to see where all of habits, movements, and little things that I do come from.

Kai and I finally get to the fair and I really want something to drink but we weren't sure how long the opening act was so we just booked it to the Coliseum. We were cool so we went and got our concert crap (including Kai's creepy/stalkerific poster of Rob Thomas) and my drink and then find our seats. We spend the next 20 minutes really wanting to beat the shit out these drunk ass girls and hoping they spill their beer and drown in it but no such luck. FINALLY, Rob Thomas comes out. Again, he did a show the way the front person of a popular band should do a show: a nice combo of your band's stuff, mixed up with your own. He did jam out a little too much but oh well. I really enjoyed myself other wise.

Being sick in all, I really didn't get to go all wild with the food but I did get my fried candy bar (only so-so) and my corn on the cob. Good eatin'.

Well, I have yapped long enough. Time for another Scrubs season 2 coma. I just love DVD's.


	November 22, 2005 at 2:47 a.m. "I Know. Bad diary keeper upper" Countdowns: 7 days til Babyface in concert. Song of the Day:Dancin' Shoes by Gavin DeGraw WTF? The past few weeks have just flown the hell by. And I can't believe Thanksgiving is this week. Anyways. Lots to yap about so sit back and be updated! My trip to see Fab came and went. The Suns season opened and bombed. My birthday past while I couldn't breathe in bed. Rob Thomas in concert got right what Gwen Stefani didn't but still didn't dull the need to chuck the cd at him. Where to begin? Oh if anyone in the LA, Hollywood area wants to go to the Troop and Shai concert next Wednesday at Universal City, email me!! So San Diego was fun. I spent entirely too much time with the dickhead she loves but whatever. My plane ride down was interesting. I got to sit by a cute guy finally. Too bad he ruined it when he opened his mouth and had a bunch of fucked up teeth. I should have known that it was gonna be a bust though because there were clues BEFORE he opened his grill. He had a kick ass New Jack City shirt on. That I could deal with. Then, he puts on some ghetto bling Gucci shades that he wore the ENTIRE flight. Then he has his fucking cell phone on the entire flight! It wasn't the fact that it was on the bugged me, it was the fact that the damn flight attendant kept coming over and asking questions and keeping ME awake. I did manage to fall asleep for about 20 minutes and woke up just in time to have him order a Heinkein. When that came, he then pulled out the prescription bottle and took something. Wonder-freekin-ful. Just then, the captain came on and said we would be landing soon so I started looking out my window. When we approached the city, I couldn't believe how clean and clear the view was. I just said to myself out loud I had never seen Cali look so clean. Well, I guess he heard me and started talking to me. So we chit chat for awhile as we get ready to leave. When we land and we get up he reaches in to his bag and pulls out this BIG wad of cash. This was some movie type bundle shit I am telling you. Weird I tell you. So I get to the airport and get to Fab's. Well, she's not home yet. Great. So I chit chat with the ass for awhile until 10 minutes later when Fab calls and wants to know what I want for dinner. I don't care and let them choose. So we go to Olive Garden and wait for her there. Finally, she gets there and we eat and talk and hang out. After dinner I go with Fab and she's like yay! Let's go shopping! Hell yeah. So we go and that's really all we do all weekend. Talk, eat, shop. Drive down to San Diego, talk, eat, shop. Go to the beach. Talk, eat, shop. I had a blast and I know she did too until the asshole pulled some shit but fuck him. I think we really needed to see each other and just hang out like we use to. I really can't wait to see her again. Sunday, I get home and the moment I get picked up from the airport, people are blowin' phone up. It was really kinda funny. One of the peeps was Leroy and he was wanting to know if I wanted to hang out. I said cool and he came and picked me up and we just went to Denny's and hung out and talked. He's doing good and I am really happy for him. So I come back home and both Bitchy and Wimpy are sick. Bitchy more. So I do my fucking best to avoid them and their germs but I can't because everyone at work is fucking sick too! WTF?!? So November 1st was the Suns season opener and I get out early. I get home and Wimpy sounds and looks like shit so she's not going. Fuck. There's a $130 down the drain I thought. But I remembered Kai was home already so I call her and she's game. So we go get her and get to the arena just in time for the starting line up announcements. Yay for nationally televised games. By the way, we are in the seventh row behind the fucking Mavericks bench. Don't I rock? I would have preferred to sit behind the Suns bench but those are an extra $50. I only love 3 acts that much and 1 of them owes me a lap dance after I spend that much money. Anyways. I am having a good ole' time. I am watching my boys kick some ass, talking shit about the Mavs and their owner's take on the new outfit rules with my dad and best friend, and Harry-son the inflatable Gorilla was dancing on the court for me. Then they start letting them catch up and then before I know it we are going to overtime. Errg. OK fine. They start out ok and then AGAIN we are going to overtime. Fuck. Fine. Hurry up so I can watch my post game show. By this time it's 11:50p. They start the overtime and the Suns just couldn't buy a basket. And Shawn Marion fouled out. Before I know it the Mavs fucking won and it's late as hell. And I have to ride in the back of my truck. By the time we get to Kai's it's 12:45a. I finally get home at 1:30a and my nose is running. Great. But I don't think too much of it and get ready for bed. When I wake up the next morning I am stuffed up and can't breathe. Fucking a. But I get up and go to work. I do the same on Thursday but this time I sound like shit and my head hurts like hell. But again I get up and go to work. When I get to work, they tell me a package came for me. Huh? Ok.... I don't' know what it is but I get and B3th@ny and R@che1 are both waiting for me with scissors to open it. I open it and it's flowers! Kai had sent me a really pretty bouquet for my birthday signed "A Message- No Name". My friends are funny. All of my co-workers are asking who sent them and I say one of my best friends which prompts them to say their best friends suck. So I stay at work and feel like shit. When I get home I can't find any fucking cold medication so I just take some Advil. Kai & Tracey called after midnight to say happy birthday and then proceed to tell me I sound like shit. Finally, after much debate I crash out at about 330a. Happy birthday to me. The day is spend with me, asleep but getting up four times: two to talk to Fabiola and my Grandma on the phone, both who said I sounded like crap, once to read the text message my friends at work sent, and the last to get some more drugs. When I did that, Bitchy said happy birthday and went to give me a hug and a kiss and said I was hot then tossed the bottle of Advil at me. I go back to sleep and don't wake up again until Kai calls and wants to know if I feel good enough to go eat. It's a little after 7p. Not really but I really want soup so I go and get dressed and wait for Tracey to pick me. We get Kai and we go to Mimi's and meet up with Tricia. But not before stopping at Walgreen's to get some cold medicine, Carmex, and some lotioned Kleenex. Oh does anyone else have to deal with going to the pharmacy to get their Tylenol COLD because there is such a high meth lab percentage in their city? All I fucking wanted was to stop the boogers and fever but I have to spend 20 minutes dealing with a pharmacy tech who just started high school hassling me about not looking over 18. ON MY BIRTHDAY. That was fun. The next day I slept some more and got up to the noise of my loud ass family. Not just the parentals though. My fresh from jail uncle, his pregnant down ass wife, and my A.D.D. cousin. I am still not feeling good. So good that I am even considering bailing on Kai and Rob Thomas. At the fair. With my fried food. Yeah.... But I get drugged up and take a hot bath and then get ready. I chit-chat with my family for awhile and I am always weirded out when I hang out with them. I just watch and listen and it gives me the chance to see where all of habits, movements, and little things that I do come from. Kai and I finally get to the fair and I really want something to drink but we weren't sure how long the opening act was so we just booked it to the Coliseum. We were cool so we went and got our concert crap (including Kai's creepy/stalkerific poster of Rob Thomas) and my drink and then find our seats. We spend the next 20 minutes really wanting to beat the shit out these drunk ass girls and hoping they spill their beer and drown in it but no such luck. FINALLY, Rob Thomas comes out. Again, he did a show the way the front person of a popular band should do a show: a nice combo of your band's stuff, mixed up with your own. He did jam out a little too much but oh well. I really enjoyed myself other wise. Being sick in all, I really didn't get to go all wild with the food but I did get my fried candy bar (only so-so) and my corn on the cob. Good eatin'. Well, I have yapped long enough. Time for another Scrubs season 2 coma. I just love DVD's.