Summertime Roaches

Yes ladies! They’re a comin’.
And by roaches, I mean all the broke, tired, mentally unstable, love you after a week, looking for someone to take care of their lazy asses, can’t take no for an answer, let me hold $20 I’ll pay you back when I “re-up”, men! They’ve started with me already. Oh yes, this week I was accosted by a particularly persistent roach.

Monday, I’m sitting at work when this guy named Sean just pops in on me. He’s some bug I met a couple of years ago. He quickly turned into a p/t phone associate after I discovered he was a pain in the ass, with a penchant for begging. Let me tell you, since I’ve known him, this dude has done nothing but beg. He’s begged me for food, begged for money and begged for ass. I let him in my house one time and that turned out to be one time too many. First off, this dipshit came up in my apartment and went through every room. Every door that I had closed… he opened. Yes, bathroom, bedroom, closets! Was I giving tours? F*** no! When I asked him the reason for his rude & unusual behavior, he said, “Oh yeah I had to check to make sure that you didn’t have anyone waiting to jack me”. Ha! Yeah right. This dude just cased my apartment. When I finally got him out, I realized I was missing an earring. Needless to say, he never got invited back. Anyway, let’s get back to the present. Like I said, I’m sitting at work minding my business and he walks in, like he holds stock with the company or something. Now I haven’t heard from him in a while, and that’s a blessing. I thought he was out of state, or up-state or something. He looked at me and said “Damn, can I get a hug or something. You act like you're not happy to see me.” I was stuck on stupid, because I never told him exactly where I work. Never gave him permission to come to my job, and in general I am disgusted by his essence (I know, I’m overly dramatic). So anyway, I smile, and play nice, figuring that he’s just passing through, and will be gone soon. Naw, I couldn’t have been farther from the truth. He settled into one of the chairs and spent the next 3 hours explaining that he was back in town for the day, blah, blah, blah, and, can he hold my car right quick? ............................................................………………………………………………………………………………………………………............... *insert that screeching sound*
"What? Hell no you can’t hold my car!" He proceeds to beg and plead and bargain with me, like I know him like that. Then he cops an attitude like “S***, well I’m about to be out then. Any other girl would be happy to lend me their car. Where I was at, I had girls throwin’ money at me. They wanted to buy me cars.” Needless to say, I was laughin’ as I escorted him to the exit. When he got to the door, he turned around and said, “You know I’m only in Philly for one night?” As if that would thaw my heart. Ha! I just went back to my office. Men……If I’ve known you for a couple of years, and I’ve done nothing but tell you I’m not interested. Then popping up at my job is not going to make me magically want to give you things that I value. This includes my car and my goodies (duh). Anyway he finally leaves. I spray the chair he was sitting in with Fabreeze, and all is right with the world again. Or so I thought.

Wednesday, I’m coming back from the supermarket when my phone rings. It’s like 10:00pm and I’m tired. It’s Sean, telling me to come outside and meet him at some corner store. Like that’s just something to do. I haven’t done that shit for a dude since the summer of my 15th year. I say “Why would I do that?” He replies that he “wants to see me.”

Please, please, please keep in mind that I hardly know him. Never went on a date, never been to his house (cause I didn’t feel like meeting his momma, lol), haven’t slept with him, barely gave him a hug when I was cool with him, and most importantly…. hardly even talk to him anymore.
I say “No!” and mumble something about having to be at work by 6am as I hang up the phone and fall on my bed. An hour & ½ later he’s calling my phone again. Asking me if he could “sleep over” at my place, because he had “no other place to go”.

Can you guess what my answer was?

Do you think that stopped him? No! He was totally ready for that answer, and he seemed to be prepared with a list of rebuttals. He stated that he could sleep on my sofa (I kept thinking bout that Rick James skit). Could wake up early, would get us breakfast, and wouldn’t ask for any ass, blah, blah, blah. I had to cut him off. He told me that he would just "Go to a hotel then". I said “Yes, I think that would be best.” And banged.
*It’s hard to bang on someone when you have a cell phone. They can’t really get the full effect of how mad you are, but I was pissed.*

Anyway that’s my April Roach story. Knowing me there will be a May story coming up soon. Dumb-asses, lunies, and weirdo’s are drawn to me for some g-d forsaken reason. And like real roaches, they only get worse in the summertime. Other women should be warm in the knowledge that, if I’m in your general area (say the same country) roaches will be drawn to me, and away from them.


Note to any male readers: This is not a post against all men. It's just a warning against the ones that crawl on their bellies.


Peace!

People That Make Me Laugh

Okay, that last post was a little heavy, so here’s a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ to lighten up the mood. I present to you the list of

My Top 5 favorite TV/ Radio Host.

Chris Hansen – To Catch a Predator. My favorite line of his is “Have a seat…” (then in that mildly amused parental voice) “What are you doing here?” Also, the episode where that mentally challenged man got caught for the second time, Hansen was like “Wait a minute, you look familiar” The man said, and I swear to G-d this is true, “Ooops!” That was the funniest shit ever. You're about to get locked up, again, and it's gonna be shown to millions of people, and all you can say is "Ooops!". Ha! I almost fell out of my chair laughing. Chris was even laughing when he heard that shit. (For anyone who doesn't know, "To Catch A Predator" comes on Dateline NBC. It's a show/sting operation, to catch pedophiles. It's funnier than it sounds.)

Ryan Seacrest – American Idol .
I know what you’re thinking, but anyone who can hold a straight face after watching some of those g-d awful auditions is “The S***”. He even interviews the rejects with a straight face, and asks them what happened, like he doesn't know why they didn’t make it through. Dude even encourages them to sing again in the waiting area. He never cracks a smile. That shit is hilarious to me.

Joey Greco – Cheaters

He got stabbed on the job, and didn’t quit his job. Joey also never smiles. Even when he knows that shit is funny. A month ago, there was an episode where this 88 year old man hired Cheaters investigators to follow his 33 year old girlfriend. His name was “Lightning” and his reasons were that he was getting old, and he wanted to make sure that he wasn’t going to leave his money to the wrong girl. So anyway, of course they see her with another man. She’s seen kissing him, the usual. So they run the new mans tags, and it comes out that that is her cousin. Later on they find out that she is really married to dude, and that it isn’t her cousin. So anyway they show Lightning the video, and he’s heated. At the confrontation, she’s acting like that is her cousin and that she has to take care of him because he is "very sick". This is where the shit gets funny. The old dude comes at them with his cane. Joey is like “how could you do this to him? Is the money all you care about?" She’s steady denying it. Her husband proceeds to walk down the street to get away. When He can't, he fakes a seizure. So Joey walks up to him real slow and calm, while he’s shaking on the ground. He says “So…………what’s up?...............Am I supposed to believe that you’re having a seizure?.........................Yeah, I don’t believe you……………You lied about being with her, so you’ll lie about this too.” Then the boy gets up, so Joeys like “Yeah….. that was a real quick recovery!” Joey never once went to call 911 & didn’t let anyone else call. I don't know how he keeps a straight face through some of those confrontations. That s*** is always funny to me

Maury- The Maury Povich Show

The results are in…in the case of 4 month old Juwanna ……………………………………… Scott, you are NOT the father. Nuff said.

Wendy Williams and Charlemagne.

That "drunken/sad" music makes me laugh every time!

Did I miss any?

Good Luck with Your Life and Shit!

That's ^ what I want to say to my ex-best friend. Usually I have a bit more class, but she's bringing out that "I don't give a shit attitude" in me.

Let me give you some background on the situation.

“T” and I were best friends since her aunt moved next door to my mother in 1995. We've been through so much together. We were like US postal service workers. You know..."neither rain, nor sleet, nor snow" could keep us apart. We knew everything about each other. And we always looked out for one another. Over the years we had our little spats, but they weren't even real arguments or anything like that. It was more like, one of us would say or do something that the other one didn't like, and then we wouldn't talk for a month or so. We always found our way back to each other, and we could usually even laugh about our little falling-outs.
Anyway years go by, and life keeps coming at us. She starts to secretly date this guy who she met at work (before he quit). Let’s just call him “A”. She didn't even tell me until around their 6 month anniversary. Anyway, he's a real charmer. Won't keep a job, claims nobody understands him, and everyone’s against him, blah blah, blah. He had this “oh woe is me complex”. I remember first thinking that this guy was trouble when she called me and told me that, they were going to get married, but, now instead of a big wedding they would just go to city hall, because he wants something simple. This girl has been gushing about her would-be wedding since I’ve known her. When I asked her if she was sure she said “yeah, plus he doesn’t really get along with my family anyway”. When I questioned her about their relationship, she just kinda’ shut down. Later, (I guess after they had alienated themselves from everyone in her family), she stared telling me more. About all of their arguments. It was over little stuff at first. Then it escalated to bigger stuff. She confided in me that she recently discovered he was dating someone else. An older woman with a master’s degree, a Chevy Tahoe, and a house out in Jersey. To top that off, the chick goes to his church, and his mom loves her. They’d been messing around for years. When she confronted “A” with this information he just left. Shit I would’ve to. Nobody’s gonna’ sit and put up with shit when they don’t have to.
Later he started to pick with her self-esteem. He would tell her to do something more with her life. Go back to school and get a real job. He would leave crazy messages on her cell phone, and tell her that she was a waste of his time. She’d call me upset, when she couldn’t find him. And give me the “fuck him, I’m through with his tired ass” speech. The next day she’d be off somewhere doing his laundry, paying his bills, fixing him a plate, and/or sucking his dick.

“Shocked” is the only word I can use to describe how I felt. I swear I never knew her self esteem was so low. Out of the two of us, she was always the one pulling more dudes, getting’ into more fights, cussing more people out. I didn’t think she would let that shit go, but I guess I was wrong. Watching this shit play out was like watching Maury or Jerry Springer. As a friend, who is one year older and been through some drama in her life also, I tried to warn her, and give her advice. She hinted that she was tired of people butting into her business, so I shut the fuck up and kept my thoughts to myself. At this point though, I’m getting tired of her attitude, and her dumb-ass ways. I was 25 years old, and starting to wonder if I had outgrown her needy ways. A couple of months passed. He had become increasingly distant. They eventually just became smut-buddies. And since she wasn’t obligated to him she also slept with a guy from work….at work! I was about to make a clean break, when everything went downhill.

Pregnant!!!!!!!

All of a sudden all of those “Big Sister/Best Friend” feelings came back. *I’m not completely heartless*. She needed support, and I wanted to make sure she and the baby were okay. At first she played that role like “Oh my g-d, I’m so scared what am I gonna’ do? Should I keep it? Should I tell him? Am I ready for this?” I told her “calm down and just take a few days to figure out what you want to do” She then proceeded to tell me that she might have an abortion. I told her that she should really keep this quiet if she planned to do that. “Letting “A” know is cool, but don’t tell your family because they are very close, and very religious. They’ll make you keep it.” Adding, “just take a little time to think about it, you’re not far along, a day or two won’t hurt.” Well damnit if this little attention whore didn’t make a public service announcement about her condition that day. I’m talking cousins and people on the block. It was at this point that I really grasped how desperate for attention she was. And now I’m like 80% sure that she got pregnant to trap dude. When I asked her point blank if they used condoms she said “no”. Then I asked her if he always came in her, and she said “yes”. Then I said “Well did you think that weren’t going to get pregnant?” No response.
There’s nothing worse than a woman who will get pregnant to keep a man. Chicks that bring children into this world just so that they can throw a baby shower and catch a wedding ring make me sick.
“A” however was more than sick. He was irate. He told her flat out that he didn’t want her to have that baby. In the beginning he was kind of nice about it. He tried to cap her head up and say things, like “we can have a baby later, let’s wait awhile, let me finish with school first”. Then when she said “no” to the abortion he revealed his true self. They had arguments, physical confrontations, he changed his number, but left the most unbelievably ignorant messages on her cell phone, kicked a dent in her car, & had his mother call the cops on her after she drove over there to talk to him. By the time the cops came, he was crying and being restrained by his two older brothers. When the Cops asked him what he was crying about he screamed for the whole neighborhood to hear “Because I want this bitch to have an abortion, and she won’t”. After that he moved in with the Jersey girl.
Fast forward 6-7 months. The two of them are being somewhat civil. “T” and I are still talking. I’ve been picked to be the god-mother of their baby. It’s at this point that she tells me there’s a possibility that “A” ain’t the father of this baby. *Yeah, no shit? I’ve been thinking that since you started getting your due dates confused.* By the time that she shared that little piece of information with me I was too emotionally drained to care. I was already tired of her. A few months go by, and I get a call while I’m at work. I race to the hospital and watch as the beautiful baby boy was born. He actually came out pretty. I didn’t know babies did that. Anyway, I took pictures, brought cards, and threatened the nurses through the plexi-glass while they were cleaning him up. You know? basic g-dmother stuff. I came up there everyday after work. “A” didn’t show up for another 3 days, as she was getting ready to leave. I will never forget that day. She was laying down holding the baby, and I was standing over by the bed, when he came in. She immediately got quiet. Now, he and I weren’t beefin’, but understandably there was tension, because of all the things that she’s been telling me about him. I wanted to put that behind us, so I said “Hey, why don’t you come over to this side of the bed. I’ll move-you can see his face better from over here. Then I asked him if I could take a picture of the three of them. He said “no”. I asked again, saying that I just wanted a picture to commemorate the first day he met his son, outside of her belly lol. And do you know what this Negro told me as he walked past his son, across the room to the chair. “Naw, that’s okay, I need a hair cut, I’m scruffin.” Well that was enough for me I got my shit together and excused myself. She admitted to me later that the reason he didn’t want to take a picture of the baby, was because he didn’t think that the baby was his. In his words ,"That baby is too light".

In the months that came, he warmed up to “a jr.” He spent a lot of time around the baby. For all of "T's" stories, he actually didn’t seem like a really bad guy. He was an okay father, he just didn’t want to be with her. In fact, the more I watched them together, the more I began to wonder if “she” was crazy. For starters she accidentally dropped the baby – it was an accident, but still...DAMN! get your shit together! Then she started to drink at the clubs. You cant’ do that shit and breastfeed. When she started fucking “A” again, I was a little concerned. But what pushed me over the edge was the fact that, she refused to tell “A” that he might not be the father of that child. I mean damn she was turning into trash right before my eyes. On top of that, the guy that she fucked at work, (apparently w/out protection), actually wanted to be the father. He thought the kid was his. And he begged "T" to let him into the picture. She just ignored him while at work.

Moving along.

Well the baby turned 3 months and she just started to act real funny. She never told him that there was a strong chance that he was not the father. She started ignoring my phone calls, and would act funny when I stopped by to check on her and the baby. It was like now that she had what she wanted in life (A permanent connection to “A”), fuck everything and everyone else.
After all the days she cried on my shoulders, popped up at my job in tears, the baby bouncers and clothes I bought…. Shit I even went with her to her doctors appointments. Held her hand while she was crying, and the doctors told her that she needed to lower her blood pressure & stress levels or the baby could die. I couldn’t believe she was acting new. I called her on her behavior and she acted like she didn’t know what I was talking about. 10 seconds later she said "let me call you right back I’ve got “A” on the other line". That was the last time I had any contact with her, until recently.
I got a text message from her the other day. It was one of those chain messages, that said something like “in light of the V-Tech tragedy, send this message to everyone you don’t want to lose”. I sent it back to her.
But I really wanted to add something like “Good luck with your life n’ shit!” or maybe “Kick Rocks Bitch” Something that will send the message that, I really don’t care to receive any messages from you in life anymore, you overly dramatic, attention hungry opportunistic slut.
I wish her, no ill will. I just want to make it clear that I have no interest in her, or her particular type of bullshit, at this point in my life.



Am I wrong for feeling this way? What should I do?

Why do I always make an ASS out of myself in the spring time?!?!?!

This weekend was beautiful. The weather was perfect and it was “Earth Day” (did y’all know that?) So instead of lying around all day, humming “Buy You a Drank” by T-Pain, I decided to go over to my mothers house and do some yard work for her.
I went up to my old room, and dug around in the pile of my possessions that my mom hasn’t thrown out yet, (it’s a very small pile), until I found a pair of old jeans, and a shirt.
I grabbed a broom and a rake and went to work. Everything started out cool. I spoke to some of her neighbors, chit-chatted on my cell & watched out for my moms’ cats, since I had let them out earlier.

Looking back, I do remember seeing the dime size hole in the back of the jeans even before I put them on, but I was just doing yard work so I didn’t think it was a big deal. I didn’t even care when I heard the slight ripping sound, later in the day. By 2pm traffic is starting to pick up. I’m in the front of the house now, sweeping up the sidewalk, and part of the street. My mother lives in an urban neighborhood on a busy street, and in Philly, it’s not unusual for a car full of dudes to back up & “holla’” at a girl. So when I see a; silver, Buick LeSabre back up, I already know what it’s hittin’ for. I never stop sweeping or picking up trash while he’s talking. And when I can’t take anymore corny lines, I politely tell the guy “I’m not interested”. It’s not until I hear him say “Damn, well I had to try” that I also feel a cool breeze on my ass. I put my hand on the back of my jeans, and to my horror I felt no denim.

There was a hole in the back of my jeans the size of my hand!!!!!!! I felt like such a bum.

This reminded me of another time I made an ass out of myself. I was working evenings for a company in the Center City area. I was walking down the street, about a block away from the job. It was spring time and I was wearing; khaki trousers, brown wedge sandals, and a creamy yellow blouse. My hair was done, my nails were done, and you couldn’t tell me I wasn’t cute. It was like 4:30pm and everyone was out. Restaurant owners were putting tables out, and club owners were getting their spots ready for the after work crowd. Men were telling me how nice I looked, and asking me if I had a second to talk, & all was right with the world. Now…. In retrospect I believe this is where/when Karma gave me an opening. A chance to keep things positive. I could have been nice like I usually was, but for some reason I wanted to me a bitch that day (I think all of the compliments had gone to my head). So instead I turned my nose up and scrunched up my face up like “ughh, why would I ever want to talk to you!” and that’s when it happened. Just as I was crossing the street, I tripped. And not just a trip, that sh!t was a long vacation. I fell so hard that people waiting for the light to change got out of their cars to offer assistance. Keep in mind that it is a very busy CC street, & it was rush hour. Girls I’d been beefin’ with (from the job) were like, “Ohmyg-d are you okay?” while they were helping me up. You know it’s bad when an enemy shows you pity.
I wanted to die! I scraped both hands and tore a hole in my pants. I had black ash or something from the street/pavement, all over me. And mud on my face - figuratively speaking. The worst part was that because of the way the office was set up, I had to walk past everyone to get to the restroom. Once I got there, all I could do was cry. I was so embarrassed.

Am I the only one that does this sh!t seasonally?

I can't take a day off?

I’ve been with the same company for 3 & ½ years now. Became a site supervisor 2 years ago. For the most part, I love my job. But there are days when I feel like throwing a punch bowl on the floor, and screaming “damn, damn, damn!!!!!!!!”
I work from 6am – 3pm Monday through Friday. I have a nice set up, with a few nice perks. I don’t see my boss very often, since we are in different buildings, and I have an alright paycheck. Now for the negative side. I supervise a small team. They are all good people, but damnit if every single time I turn around they don’t “F” something up. Like the other day for instance, I decided not to come in till about 9:30am. Everything seemed fine until I called the main building to check on a few things. Before I was even able to ask my question I was told (in the most dramatic voice ever) to “hold-on” while they transfer my call to one of the other supervisors. This is when “Alpha Asshole” gets on the phone.

Note: Alpha Asshole confuses his job with a career. Has the tendency to speak down to people, and a superiority complex. But at heart I suspect he’s just a good guy with way too much time on his hands.

Alpha: Hey, where have you been?
Me: Yeah, I decided not to come in until 9:30 today, is everything okay?
Alpha: Who was in your office today?
Me: I had ****** filling in. Did something happen?
Alpha: Well, someone up there was setting off alarms. They were trying to gain access with an unauthorized badge & when I called, ****** had already let in the non employee.
Me: Well, what was the person’s name?
Alpha: He (******) didn’t know. What’s wrong with him? When I called up there he was really unprofessional. Really unprofessional! Does he know what he’s supposed to be doing?
Me: Yes, I don’t know what the problem was......Anyway….I apologize for him. I’ll speak to him AGAIN about proper procedure.
Alpha: (Silence)………. Alllllright.


I hate having to apologize for anything, & I'm still not sure if that fake ass apology was enough of a pacifier to keep him from snitching to our boss. I'm kinda' frustrated, because, I try my best to do a good job. I've trained this particular person over and over again... how many times can I train someone. I hate being blindsided, which is why I try to keep an open dialogue with my employees. I hope I don’t sound like “I think I’m the shit”. I know I won’t be getting the Philly Boss of the Year Award. I know that this is just a job, and we're not doing anything that is going to save the world. I just wish that ****** would have let me know what was going on.

You messed up? Fine. Just give me a heads up, and we’ll fix it together. Stop trying to make the situation disappear by ignoring it. I love my employees, but I can’t help them if they don’t let me know what’s going on.

I feel like a parent. With none of the cool benefits like “Naming rights”.

VT

I just wanted to say that my thoughts and prayers are with all the victims of the Virginia Tech tragedy.

To the family and friends of the victims I am so sorry for your loss. This was a truly senseless act.

Fridays' Trying to Destroy Me!

Okay, not really, but kinda. Let me tell you what happened, and then you can be the judge.

For starters, Greg and I established that I would be sleeping over Friday night. Well Friday morning comes & I get a text from him. No big deal, I get texts from him all the time. I didn't really feel like talking so I didn't respond. Next thing I know, he's outside of my job, motioning for me to come outside ( he works as an EMT and gets to drive around the city) . I don't, and so instead he comes in. He's all smiles and hugs, which is not him. Anyway after a few minutes he leaves. About an hour later he calls my cell. Again I don't respond. As I mentioned before, I'm not in the mood for him right now. Being a pest has never made anyone more attractive.
Next, I found out that I would have to work until 7. I called him up to let him know that I had to work late. I immediately got hit with the pity me voice, asking if I could still come over later. I told him I wouldn't be over until around 9:30pm. At 5:30pm he calls the work phone (something he's done 3 times in the 5 years we've known each other) to tell me about his day. At this point I'm like "I can't breath"

By the time I get to his house I am dead tired. He lets me in and goes straight for his bedroom, which is cool cause that's usually where we end up anyway. I tell him "I'm tired" and he says he's tired too. He lays down, & it's at this point, that I am completely bored with sleeping with him. He's never really been good at foreplay. He usually just lays back and let's me do what I want. When he does attempt foreplay, it's always something that "rubs" me the wrong way. No matter how many times I make suggestions, or give instructions, he always does the same boring/irrataiting things. That was all well and good in the past, when I was in love with the man, but now it's like, damnit, get some variety or get away from me. So since he's laying there, acting like he's "too cool for school" I decide to do the same.

We chill, watch T.V., eat some spaghetti - that he made...... 20 MINUTES LATER. My stomach is turning inside out. So needless to say, nothing went down that night. To top things off, he snores like a Rhino. I was up all night. The next morning, we did it, and it was sooooo boring.
Afterwards I jumped into the shower, got dressed and left.
I sent him a text later on that read. "They say 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' so lets pause for a month or so. Be safe in the meantime till then papi I'll be missing you. It's been fun" Nic.

I figured, even though I'm sick to death of him right now, I should still keep him on smut standby.

Backsliding Again.

I've only had one boyfriend in the time between now and late 2002. His name is Greg & we met at work. He was my "team leader" & I fell for the business attire (I'm a sucker for a man in a suit). It didn't hurt that he was also funny, smart, and considerate. So anyway, we started to date in early November 02', and ended up sleeping together on New Years Eve. Quick? Yeah I guess, but before him, I hadn't been with a man in a year and a half. In addition to work, we spent every free hour together. Woke up and went to sleep on the phone together, took trips to A.C., Wildwood, and North Carolina, which is a lot for a girl who never really left the block. Things were good in the beginning. Enter the "babies mom". She made being difficult into an art, but that's another blog entry. Long story short, the relationship couldn't take the stress of a determined lunatic, and he turned out to not be the man I thought he was. His passive aggressive attitude towards everything was the reason we broke up. So why can't I stop sleeping with him? Is it because, he was the first man to bring me to orgasm with his dick? Or am I still in love with him? I'm not sure, but I don't think it's either of those things. Because 1. You can't love a man that you don't trust or respect, and 2. I can give myself the big "O". If anything, I think it's just because I'm a creature of habit. Now were sleeping together. Again!!! This isn't the first time we've reunited to become smut buddies, and I'll admit that there were times when I wanted more from him then just the sex. But that was then, and this is now. A lot has changed.

My issue this time is that now he's getting a little too emotionally involved. Now, when all I want is a jump off, he's trying to get me to sleep over. He gets offended when I use the word "fucking". Gave me a speech, because I got dressed to quick to leave after our late night romp. What happened to the days when he used to dash from my apartment to go to "work"? Right now you're probably wondering why I don't just find another man to sleep with. Well, I don't know. Like I said before, I guess I'm a creature of habit.

Anyway, we slept with each other this Tuesday, and Wednesday already. He made me promise to sleep over this Friday. I want to cancel. When did I become the dude?

That Girl Nic!

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nic. I'm a 26 year old girl, with way to much time on her hands. I would describe myself as a good girl with a slight edge. I think I'm aware of most of my issues, and I appreciate honesty, so the "blogosphere" seems like the perfect place for me. Here, I will disclose all of my dirty little secrets, and possibly receive advice in regards to the questions that keep me up at night. If anyone gets anything positive from my ramblings, then I'll be one happy girl, but in general, this will be the journal of my life. I'm just trying to figure out who I am, and who I want to be. Come along for the ride!