Oh, The Places You'll Go............

You know I never got a chance to read Dr. Seuss's book with this title. Oh, well I guess I'll add it to the list of books that have yet to grace my eyes.

I spent most of my weekend going out and not going out. On Friday, I was supposed to go with some friends to Vision (a hot ass club in the ATL). However by 9:00pm, the number of broads that would be accompanying us had dwindled down to 2, me and my friend. One of my friends cancelled because she had some big ass bump on her nose. Who gives a damn? We'll be in a dimly lit setting anyway. However, by 11:00pm, shit had become an ultimate disaster, resulting in me not going anywhere, wasting gas, and makeup.

Saturday night was the all-important company Christmas party. I got dressed up, got in my car, and walked right up to the door, only to find that muthafucka was locked. Now, I understand that the party started at 7:00pm and I didn't get there until 8:45, but damn, they didn't have to lock a sista out. Well, to avoid wasting another pretty ass made up face, I went to the movies and saw "Closer" with Julia Roberts and Jude Law. Let me tell y'all something. I'm not in to white dudes, I love my Nubian kings, but Jude Law is hot as hell okay? Shit, he made me reevaluate some rules that I have in life. I might have to cross the border to get some of that cream in my coffee. Anyway, I highly recommend the movie, but if you're a prude like me, you may be startled by some of the potty mouth references to sex. Hell, after watching that scene with Julia Roberts recounting her sexual escapades with her lover to her husbands, hell, I wanted to take a long, hot shower.

Well, I also spent the greater part of my day yesterday talking with one of my guy friends, who seems pretty upset that he can't find a broad. Well, let me explain the history between me and said friend. Two years ago, I professed my undying love to him, only to have him say that he only sees me as a friend. Well, fast forward to now, he's single after dating one of his friends and she pretty much fucked him over. Now, he's suffering from the "I'm never going to get married syndrome". I beg to differ. He's a great guy, who I wish for the life of God would see me as more than just a friend. I hate that shit. I've been in love with him since the first time I realized that I could hold an intelligent conversation with him. However, at the time I met him, he had a live in girlfriend (who was crazy as hell) and then after they broke up, the man who would become the father of my child had taken up residence in my vagina. Damn, damn, damn.

Speaking of baby daddies, mine called this weekend and left a pretty depressing message on my cell phone. Well, I don't know exactly what he said, but it sounded depressing. I'm so tired of him trying to lay this guilt trip on me. I don't feel that I'm in no way responsible for the current state of sorry life. However, there's a part of me that still wants to reach out to him. I've told him repeatedly that it's over, but he doesn't seem to get it and the strange thing is, as much as I talk about how much I hate him and wish that his foot would curl under and shit, I still have a special place in my heart for him. I don't know if it's out of pity or because I still love him. I honestly don't know. Maybe that's the reason why I can't seem to move on to someone because God knows that I have some unresolved issues with sperm donor. Well, hmmmmmm, this may very well be the case.

Anyway, sorry for the extra long post, but hell, I don't get write about much these days.

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