Sorry, Ms. Jackson......OOOOOHHHHH

What is it with Michael and Janet? They can't seem to keep their clothes on when chilluns are watching. I'm not going to beat this story into the ground any further than it already has, but I must say, Janet's Bettys are starting to sag a 'lil bit. I'm starting to think she's losing control (yes, pun was intended).

In more interesting news, I've decided to give this security thang up. No, I'm not going to apply for a 911 Operator position (although, I was really considering it), but I am going to get my teacher's certification so that I can teach in the fall. I know a lot of you (or the two people reading my blog) are wondering what brought this on? Well, I was talking with the girl that tightens up my locs and she made the suggestion. I mean I have this stupid degree, so I might as well use it for something. Now, I still have every intention of finishing up these classes so that I can go to medical school, but that's going to be another 3 or so years. I can't keep doing this security shit for that long and plus I want to buy a house and I need to show that I have sufficient income to qualify for a loan. My security job doesn't pay shit, it barely pays me enough so that I can buy toilet paper to wipe my ass when I do shit (sorry for the visuals). Anyway, I figure I can put up with teaching some little rugrats until I can get into medical school and plus since I'll have my summers off, I can still take a large majority of my pre requisite courses. This sounds like a plan. However, with all good ideas that I have, I don't think them through, as in, I don't weigh the cons as equally as I weigh the pros. Right now, I don't see any cons, but I'm sure down the road, there'll be some. I don't know, but with everything that goes on in my life, it's always something, always.

My baby's daddy is supposed to be coming to town this weekend. Am I excited? Not really. I could give a hot damn. Well, okay let me stop lying, I care a little bit. My Peanut may give a damn, but then again she has my attitude, I don't think she will care either, unless he has some food. Anyway, he has found a way to make his visit into a big, spectacular event. I mean, I'm glad to know that he's alive, because that means that I may possibly be able to get some child support out of his ass, but other than that, I'm tired of wanting us to be this big happy family. Since I know that shit isn't going to happen, I'm not even going to entertain any lies that's going to spew from his la bouche.

In closing, I just have this one comment, now that I know what Kelis is really singing about on Milkshake (naw, I didn't know, I'm dumb like that), I don't think I can drink milkshakes anymore without gagging, which is what happens to some anyway if they take a big gulp.

Until the next time................................