blackeyed-'s Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a long ass SOBER entry, can you believe it? I've been so busy. If anyone still reads this, I love you guys, sort of, really, but shit! Where did all my time go? I believe I've earned 8 credits since I went back to school in August. Um, so apparently I'm Wonder Woman or something because that's a lot. I suppose you're wondering how that's possible. Simple, it's all self paced and I have no interest in anyone but myself, which makes it quite easy to get work done. At this rate, I should be graduated by the beginning of next year. Hoorah! I'm on my way to a job I do not despise. Does anyone else LOVE these small claims court shows? Dude, these people are insane. What does the fact that Laquisha slept with the entire neighborhood have to do with your CAR damages Akeem? It's like they have no concept of sticking to the subject. Steven is wonderful. For a shrot while, I thought perhaps we were having problems. We were arguing more and I was mentally preparing myself for the worst. However, it didn't last long. I think it might've been the shifting of seasons. It always throws me off for a while, so I'm sure the problems were 90% in my head and 10% from my hormones. We're doing great now, in case you are interested. A lovely reader of mine has listed me in his profile with the comment 'If I were a girl, I'd want to be like her'!! Hoorah again, men want to be like me! Steven has started up wrestling again. I went to his first show last Thursday. What a treat to see my man slap his friend across the face with a chair. He's so brutal! It kind of turned the sadist within me on. I have not had a cigarette since I made the decision to quit! I am a winner, or so all the inspirational posters are telling me. What I would like to know is where I had the money for it before. Because I still have no money now, which leads me to believe that the cigarettes somehow appeared in my purse by magic faerie dust. Ooo, magic faerie dust. Where is my cigarette refund money? Has anyone seen that show Reno 911 on Comedy Central? Dude, it's seriously fucked up. How do they get away with saying words like asshole and the n-word? (I'd say the whole thing, because I'm not racist so it really doesn't mean anything to me, but I'd rather avoid the idiots who would not be able to realize that.) I'm amazed. I'm intrigued. I MUST watch more. I find myself continually annoyed by Queen Latifah. Ok, I get it. You are a fat black woman with attitude or whatever. I HAVE EYES. Speaking of fat black women, what's up with Missy Elliot now? Whenever I think of her, I picture her in a giant blown up garbage bag. Now she's shaking her ass like she's Britney Spears or something. Is this woman tweeking or WHAT? I know she didn't lose that shitload of weight by exercising in that short of time. Come ON, the general public isn't ALWAYS that naive, you know. The next time some stupid fucking angsty teenager with an eating disorder asks me if she looks fat in (insert clothing item) I'm going to say to them 'No, that doesn't make you look fat, your fat makes you look fat.' HAHAHAHA. I think I snorted my orange juice when I first heard that. On a final note; I have not smoked weed in two days, although that's only due to money restraints, not some kind of moral journey. Do you think its pure coincendence that I am writing now that I am sober? Perhaps as a stoner I am too unmotivated to even type a paragraph about my day. But it's not like I'm going to quit anytime soon. Let's face it. If I weren't a little crooked, I wouldn't be Jen. 1:02 a.m. - October 21, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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