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"I Miss My Old Life"

It's only 7 days in March and I already have a heat breakout. Wonderfreakinful.

A few weeks ago I was suppose to be livin' it up in Vegas with my boys from the Suns for All-Star weekend but because no one in my house but me can get a job and ticketmaster being the ever fucking evil bastard it is I couldn't go. Here's what I missed.

Tony Parker dreaming about being a Suns player while Amare kindly tells him "hell no Frenchy".

Steve Nash doing "rehab" in Vegas with Amare.

Amare Stoudemire proving yet again why I love this game. Cause he and I know who's the best side.

Amare giving the most manliest of poses.

Shawn Marion shows the world WEST WHAT?!?

Oh well. There is always 2009. IN PHOENIX!! Hell yeah. I ain't got to do shit but take a lightrail to the arena!

Since I didn't get to go Vegas I was able to at least go out on a Saturday night and have some fun. First, Kai and I went to see Rent down in Tempe. That was awesome. Something about the music just brings out the choir girl in me. WhenSeasons Of Love comes on I just want to sing like I use to. I miss that so much sometimes, the singing and harmonizing and having perfect pitch and just being able to hold that ONE note. Oh.... Nothing like it. Anyways it rocked. So afterwards I wanted to go out and have some fun. I did but I would have had more had I not had another wonderful headache from hell and had Tracey drama to deal with. I really need to learn to take my happy ass to bed when I know I am going to go out and I really need my friends to say their issues to me and not to anyone else. I also need them to let me know if I am no longer needed in their life because really, it sucks to be the only one trying to hold on to a friendship. So me, Kai, and Cris decided to go out to Sugar Daddy's. We took a cab from Cris's house and we get there and it's busy but not the regular busy that it is usually. That could have been do to them getting raided by the FBI earlier in the week but eh. Could have been due to the weather. Who knows? Anyways, we get there and sit and dance and talk and they drink. And people watch. THAT'S fun. I don't know if it's just me being a bitch but really there are A LOT of people who cannot dress themselves. It's really quite sad. Guys in d.b. uniforms (velvet or corduroy jackets with the striped collared shirt with jeans), girls in clothes they should have stopped wearing 3 sizes ago, and BOTH of them in flip-flops in the winter with FUCKED UP feet!! NO NO NO!!! Urrg! How hard is it to take care of your feet? But anyways. So Kai and Cris have this MASSIVE drink called a Tyson Punch that they serve in these fish bowl containers. It's kinda big but it's really cute. Well they each only need 1 to do them good for the night and they both barely finish them. So when they are done Cris wants to take the fish bowl home. Well I told her to hide it but she was really buzzed and really not paying attention and when security told her she couldn't take it she kinda got a little beligirant. She finally gave the bowl to security and walked away but she was mad. So she decided she needed to take something else instead. Well the entire place was decked out for Marti Gras and there were these HUGE masks out on the fence. Cris sees it and let's just say she found it a new home. Yeah, you can take the girl out of the Westside but you can't take the Westside out of the girl, no matter HOW hard or long she lives in Scottsdale. And then we somehow we also attract our own kind in the parking lot while waiting for a cab back to her house. They were on a more slightly ghetto plain than us. They also needed a souvenir and had a mask of their own. Throw it up, throw it UP!!! After we FINALLY got a cab we went back to Cris's and just hung out and laughed at how goofy we get when we are together. Then we got hungry and decided we wanted food and hit the Waffle House. Damn that is some good eatin'! At this time it was 5a and that grease food coma was setting and we were all exhausted so me and Kai just crashed in the living room for what we said would be a couple of hours. At 130p when I woke up I realized I was a lot tired than I thought. Oh well.

So yeah. I better get to bed. I have to go to my fucking job in a few. I get my tv from Fernando today and I can hook up the computer to it too so yay for resume posting soon!! New job here I come!!


	March 07, 2007 at 5:15 a.m. "I Miss My Old Life" It's only 7 days in March and I already have a heat breakout. Wonderfreakinful. A few weeks ago I was suppose to be livin' it up in Vegas with my boys from the Suns for All-Star weekend but because no one in my house but me can get a job and ticketmaster being the ever fucking evil bastard it is I couldn't go. Here's what I missed. Tony Parker dreaming about being a Suns player while Amare kindly tells him "hell no Frenchy". Steve Nash doing "rehab" in Vegas with Amare. Amare Stoudemire proving yet again why I love this game. Cause he and I know who's the best side. Amare giving the most manliest of poses. Shawn Marion shows the world WEST WHAT?!? Oh well. There is always 2009. IN PHOENIX!! Hell yeah. I ain't got to do shit but take a lightrail to the arena! Since I didn't get to go Vegas I was able to at least go out on a Saturday night and have some fun. First, Kai and I went to see Rent down in Tempe. That was awesome. Something about the music just brings out the choir girl in me. WhenSeasons Of Love comes on I just want to sing like I use to. I miss that so much sometimes, the singing and harmonizing and having perfect pitch and just being able to hold that ONE note. Oh.... Nothing like it. Anyways it rocked. So afterwards I wanted to go out and have some fun. I did but I would have had more had I not had another wonderful headache from hell and had Tracey drama to deal with. I really need to learn to take my happy ass to bed when I know I am going to go out and I really need my friends to say their issues to me and not to anyone else. I also need them to let me know if I am no longer needed in their life because really, it sucks to be the only one trying to hold on to a friendship. So me, Kai, and Cris decided to go out to Sugar Daddy's. We took a cab from Cris's house and we get there and it's busy but not the regular busy that it is usually. That could have been do to them getting raided by the FBI earlier in the week but eh. Could have been due to the weather. Who knows? Anyways, we get there and sit and dance and talk and they drink. And people watch. THAT'S fun. I don't know if it's just me being a bitch but really there are A LOT of people who cannot dress themselves. It's really quite sad. Guys in d.b. uniforms (velvet or corduroy jackets with the striped collared shirt with jeans), girls in clothes they should have stopped wearing 3 sizes ago, and BOTH of them in flip-flops in the winter with FUCKED UP feet!! NO NO NO!!! Urrg! How hard is it to take care of your feet? But anyways. So Kai and Cris have this MASSIVE drink called a Tyson Punch that they serve in these fish bowl containers. It's kinda big but it's really cute. Well they each only need 1 to do them good for the night and they both barely finish them. So when they are done Cris wants to take the fish bowl home. Well I told her to hide it but she was really buzzed and really not paying attention and when security told her she couldn't take it she kinda got a little beligirant. She finally gave the bowl to security and walked away but she was mad. So she decided she needed to take something else instead. Well the entire place was decked out for Marti Gras and there were these HUGE masks out on the fence. Cris sees it and let's just say she found it a new home. Yeah, you can take the girl out of the Westside but you can't take the Westside out of the girl, no matter HOW hard or long she lives in Scottsdale. And then we somehow we also attract our own kind in the parking lot while waiting for a cab back to her house. They were on a more slightly ghetto plain than us. They also needed a souvenir and had a mask of their own. Throw it up, throw it UP!!! After we FINALLY got a cab we went back to Cris's and just hung out and laughed at how goofy we get when we are together. Then we got hungry and decided we wanted food and hit the Waffle House. Damn that is some good eatin'! At this time it was 5a and that grease food coma was setting and we were all exhausted so me and Kai just crashed in the living room for what we said would be a couple of hours. At 130p when I woke up I realized I was a lot tired than I thought. Oh well. So yeah. I better get to bed. I have to go to my fucking job in a few. I get my tv from Fernando today and I can hook up the computer to it too so yay for resume posting soon!! New job here I come!!