Could It Be You?

Ah, love at first sight sucks.........

This past weekend, one of my best friends got married. I was the maid of honor in her wedding. To most people, it's no big deal, but to me it meant a great deal. I'm moving up the hierachy of wedding party members. First I was a candlelighter, then I was knocked back down a couple of spots to a lowly usher. Two years ago, I was a bridesmaid in my other best friend's wedding............

Finally, a freakin maid of honor, this means that my time is coming up real soon to be a bride.....

Anyway, there was this guy that I met during the pre wedding festivities who I must say caught my heart with his witty banter long before I tuned into the chocolate mold that was his face and body. We'll call him Chocolate Thunder. Anyway, during the wedding rehearsal and dinner afterwards, he kept me smiling and enjoying his presence. He was a cut up, the type of dude that you would want at your party because he is just a damn fool and you know that he will keep the party crunk, okay?

On the day of the wedding, thanks to our low budget wedding coordinator (I'll discuss her tyrannical ass later), he wound up walking me down the aisle. It wasn't how we practiced it, but I like to somehow think that it was fate that put us together. Anyway, after we arrived at the reception site, he kept me laughing and really comfortable the whole entire time. Suddenly, it dawned on me why I was so digging this dude....

He was a male version of me.

Damn, is it even possible to meet someone that has a personality that is so similar to your own? I just adore him. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him since I met him on Saturday. I wanted to ask him for his number, but my tongue was stuck at the bottom of my stomach that I couldn't even ask. He left without me getting a chance to thank him for being such a cool ass person.

AAAH! He went back to Chicago....I had a friend in college who was from Chicago, she was a kleptomaniac to the nth degree. I was scared to go anywhere with her for fear that she would have me locked as an accessory to her misdeeds.

I digress.....

Anyway, my best friend and her husband are going to be living in St. Louis. Okay, all y'all midwest folks tell me how far St. Louis is from the Chi?

Did I forget to mention that his booty is as soft as a roll of Charmin? For all of y'all who want to know how my hand wound up discovering how soft his booty was, I'm going to use the term reflex malfunction.

He didn't mind though, at least I don't think he did.

Anyway, if I never see him again, I am grateful to have had the opportunity to be graced with his presence.

Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn..........

Back to the wedding coordinator from hell, uuuuuuugggggghhhhhhh!

Old ladies should not be allowed to direct damn weddings. She had half of the wedding party including the grandmothers ready to beat her ass down. She was within an inch of her ass being tossed out onto Pryor Street in the freezing Atlanta cold.

Oh, yeah, I caught the bouquet too. Yay for me!

Until the next time......

I'm Back (Kinda Sorta)

Hey Ebby Body!

I'm back for a little while now that my classes will be ending pretty soon and work has slowed down a bit. I'm still feeling uninspired these days, but I think it has something to do all this damn pollen in the air. Here's a little update on this bullshit that I call my life.........

I didn't get the chance to take my MCAT this month, so I will have to take it in August, which absolutely sucks ass because everybody knows that students always sucks on the August test. Nobody has told me why, but I think it has something to do with the fact that it's too freakin' hot to study for this hard ass test! We'll see if the scores I make will get me into Philadelphia College of Osteopathic Medicine or some medical school in the Carribbean........


My job still sucks. Although my boss is trying to my friend and shit. Boy, she just doesn't know what I'd really like to tell her. 'Ole heffa! Anyway, I'm taking a week off in May for a much needed vacation. Well, it's not really a vacation, I need the opportunity to scope out a new residence for my big move in the middle of August......


After much consternation, I have decided to move to Savannah and attend this damn program that I have been avoiding for years. It's a post bacc. pre medical program that is supposed to improve your chances of getting into medical school. Well, at this point being that I can't score higher than a 25 on the online practice MCAT, I decided that I just might need to pack my shit up and make the journey down there. Anybody know of good real estate agent down there? No? Okay, thanks anyway.

I just realized that the majority of this post has been about me getting into medical school. Damn, I'm sorry y'all. I really love medicine and it loves me too! I haven't talked about it much because shit wasn't going my way for awhile and going to medical school was starting to seem like a waking a dream versus a reality. Now things are starting to come full circle and I'm excited. In approximately 8 years I'll be a OB/GYN specializing in gynecological cancers. Damn, that's a long ass time to study to become a doctor. Maybe by that time the liability insurance for OB/GYN's will have gone down, then again, I doubt it....

Oh, yeah, a heffa is slimming on down. Do you hear me? I have lost a buggy load of weight. I am in the best shape I have been in years! I just wish I had a living breathing body to show my body to as proof of my weight loss. :( Any volunteers? I'll give you some milkshake! LOL!

Alright y'all two readers have suffered enough. Time to get going now.