It's Official..........

I'm depressed

I never thought that I would become one of those whiny ass broads that's always complaining about all of her friends getting married. However, that has all changed.
Last night, which also happened to be my depressing 27th birthday. A close friend of mine called and told me that her boyfriend of 6 years finally asked her parents for her hand in marriage. Damn, I'm like if old dude is able to come around and ask her to marry him (I was like seriously going to tell her to dump him if he didn't ask her by the end of this year to marry him), then that must mean that there are some guys who aren't commitment-phobes.

So hmmmmm, what's wrong with me?

Why after all of these years have I neglected to find somebody that I'm remotely interested in spending the rest of my life with? I mean I can look at somebody and think "awwww, I'd like to go to the mall him with him" or "awwww, he would be nice to talk to on the phone." but never this, "awww, I can see myself washing out his draws and fixing him some chicken wings with the Fry Daddy I got as a wedding present.

Everytime a friend or relative gets married, it just reinforces the notion that I am not marryable. Here I am 27 years old and I have never, (yes, people I'm serious), never had a well, boyfriend? y daughter's father wasn't even my boyfriend, just some dick with legs. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a slore. I don't just sleep with random wang for the hell of it. As a matter of fact, Peanut's father was the third person I've ever been with intimately. Yes, I keep the Goodies on lock. So, I guess y'all are wondering what was so special about him that melted the draws off of me? Well, I think it was the fact that he has a tattoo and at the time, he was wearing this big ass earring in his ear. Oh yeah, and the fact that he played the keyboard for the church. Yes, people, I am so serious!

I keep asking myself, what's wrong with me and if something is wrong with me can I fix it? How will I know if "he" is the one for me? Will I ever be able to trust a man further than I can throw my shoe? Will I ever get over the fact that I can accomodate someone else into my life besides my little Peanut? I don't know, but I do know someone who does. So God I'm asking you this question:

Will I ever get married?

(Feel free to respond by email, if you like)

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

It's Mah Burfday!

27 years ago, my mama took some fertility drugs to get me here. I just wanna say "stank you, very much" (please excuse the Andre 3000 reference).

Yep, today is my birthday. I'm sitting at work writing in my blog instead of laying around the house chillin. It's alright though, I'm still celebrating in my own way. I'm not doing any work or answering the phones. I know I'm pissing a lot of folks off today but I don't give a hot sandwich, 'cause it's my birthday!

My Thanksgiving was good, the whole family was at my mom's house which made her happier than President B.u.s.h. in a liquor store. I like when my whole family gets together now that we're older. Before hand, getting us all in the same room together was like inviting the Crips and the Bloods over for some hot wings (not a pretty sight at all). Now that we're a lot older and not living under the same roof with the exception of my younger brother, we get along swimmingly! Well, except my brother is still a major deadbeat.

In any case, don't you hate when your co-worker know it's your birthday and they still refuse to wish you happy birthday? Stupid bitches. I ought to rub my heavily soiled maxi pad in your face.

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

Thank You For The Turkey

Ahhh, once again feasting time is upon us! The only time of the year where I get to eat, eat, eat, eat some more, and just feel happy being in the company of my beloved family. I am truly blessed to have all of my family members with me this year. The Creator has given me another chance to get it right with the food this year (umm, correction, I'm not cooking). Okay, so the Creator, has given me another chance to eat all the food that I can. Yeah, that's it.........

On to some news that I'd like to share with my two fellow readers...
If you're Black and reading this, then you're alright
If you're White and reading this, then if you utter the words that will be spoken here, then that's not alright and I will tell you why in a minute..............

Yesterday at this soul draining and demoralizing place I call work, I was sitting at my desk trying hard to concentrate on doing my job (researching shit and all) and a group of men were in the breakroom adjacent to my desk making hella noise. Just laughing and talking all extra loud, you know typical rambunctious male behavior. Anyway, they were just living it up, when I heard someone say "it"............

"It" being a word that has become a word of endearment for many Black folks, yet is disturbingly the same word that is of a derogatory nature. Yes, the infamous "n" word...nigga.

When I heard them say it, it felt like someone had taken a knife and had their way with my chest cavity. First of all, it was totally inappropriate because it was being used in a professional setting and secondly because they were just so fucking loud with it. Everytime I heard them say it, I just wanted to melt in my chair. I can't believe that these fools were just saying that shit, like somebody saying "hey" or something. Just damn ignorant. I was so fucking embarrassed.

Now before y'all start saying to yourselves that I need to get up off of my high horse let me let you know that I too am guilty of using that word. I know that there is a time and a place for everything, but when you're at work, that's simply not the time nor the place for that type of language.

Well, that's all for now, I need to go take a nap under my desk............

Long Time No See

You know blogging is getting to be a passing phase in my life. Nobody's reading it anyway ;) Well, I guess nobody's reading my stuff anymore because everybody's into this "the world is an oyster" and transcendentalism and shit. Oh well, suit yourself.

In other news, Russell Jones, AKA Ol' Dirty Bastard died over the weekend.

Why did he have to die so young? I know he was into some heavy stuff, but why did he have to go out like that? I miss him already. I still can't get over the cover for his first cd, his food stamp card. That was some bold shit (okay, maybe a 'lil ignant, but nevertheless bold). Well, I guess I'd have to apply for food stamps too if I had six kids (at the last official count).

First Rick, now Russell.

Ya, ya, ya, ya.

We'll miss you man. Rest in peace