The Evolution of Me

Ahhhh... Smell that? Its Friday Bloggazzzzzzzzzz!

Friday is one of the most loved days of the week. I think I'm more partial to Thursday because it means that Friday is coming.

Today marks my official last day of work with the govt until summer. YAY! - to not having to be bored. Boo! - to not getting the $$$$.

I am leaving to go back to school today. I'm excited. Ive missed school. (Yes I am a dork and proud of it!) I will def miss my mom. She is my rock. And unfortunately I know I wont be able to get to see her as much as I want to this semester because I wont have the freedom I have had in the past. Oh, btw, I got a part time job at school. So I wont be completely broke. Its M-F for 3 hrs a day after classes. It doesnt seem hard but hopefully it wont stress me out or take away from my studies. But yea because of my job, I will have to stay at school more. No more driving home after classes and staying until the next day if I have a late or cancelled class. No more comin home just because. Ugh. I think I wanna quit already. LOL

I didnt blog yesterday but some funny things did happen.

1. I received an email that said how do u know if ur butt stinks? And then showed these two pics:

2. When I went the Walmart with my mom, there was a lady walkin in the store with a butt similar to this one, my mom turns to me and says: How do you kno if your butt stinks?? She is a mess.

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Well Its the first day back after a long weekend. So of course I have a story for you ppl. I really was looking forward to this weekend. A looong weekend. Full of relaxation, a little partying, maybe even some boy action. But alas, my plans were definitely altered.

I woke up Saturday morning around my M-F wake up time. 5:30 am. BLAH. I atleast try to sleep until 7:30 or 8am on the weekends. But today I couldnt roll over and fall back asleep. My stomach was doing twists and knots and backflips, just all types of gynmastics tricks. Then I felt that urge... so I made the dash from my room into the bathroom.

As I am upchucking the Wendy's cheeseburger I had eaten the afternoon before, my mom comes her room, into the hall and asks "Morg... y are you throwing up at 5:30 in the morning?" I respond "Idk mommy" from inside the toilet. Then she goes "Are u pregnant?" "No mother!" "Well y are u throwing up at 5:30 in the morning?" " I just told you I didnt know." And I closed the bathroom door. If I didnt love her I would hurt her.

The throwing up didnt subside after that. It lasted All Day Long. Even after there was nothing left in my tummy, it kept coming. It became clearish liquid and started coming out my nose as well. Around noon, it decided to bring a friend- Mr. RunZ. I dont wanna gross anybody out but have u ever peed out ur butt??? NOT A GOOD FEELING!!! At this point I decided it would be best to stop wasting my time of walking back to my room. As soon as I laid down and got semi comfy I had to get up again. Even taking a couple sips of water set me off like a volcano. So I laid in the hall, in front of the bathroom for around 3 hrs.

Around 8pm, I decided enough was enough and asked my mom to drive me to the hospital. She had offered to take me earlier but I couldnt control my "self" for a car ride anywhere. She told me she would take me as soon as she got my back from my grandma's bday dinner. I said fine because I wanted to clean up a bit. (Dont wanna go to the hospital all trifling) But by this time I was so weak, it took me forever to do absolutely nothing. Raising my arm felt like I was lifting a 50lbs weight. I could barely walk straight, and I could feel my heart racing.

We get to the hospital around midnite. After I went to triage, the nurse took me right into the ER because I was so dehydrated. They ended up giving me 5 IV bags, sum Vicodin, Potassium and some other stuff IDK. We finally left around 9am. They put me on a clear liquid diet. Gatorade, jello, kool-aid, popsicles etc. Basically all the stuff I dont drink or eat.

When we got back home, my mom comes into my room with the gatorade and says:"Im not happy that you are sick because I can only imagine what you are feeling. But I am glad it wasnt morning sickness."

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So.. Ive been reading these two books (sort of). One is called 30 Days to Taming Your Tongue and the other is called When To Speak Up and When To Shut Up. Good Titles right? LOL In honor of the word blasphemy I would like to share some of the things people have said to me recently. ~THEM Me~

• "Soo.. Ur name is Morgan." Thats what my momma named me. "That has a Welsch origin. I never knew a Black Welsch."{ U BONGWHOLE}
• "Ur kinda Sexy... when you're not being evil" I am never evil. "Send me a pic." U think ur worthy of gazing at my essence? "Like I said, ur kinda sexy when you're not being evil"
• "Hey Morg... I know how you can get some $$$ for college." How? "Sell your virginity. This one girl is selling hers on ebay and the highest bid is $300, 000"
• "A guy who is able to lick his ear and or elbow is a genius.... and very popular with the ladies"
• "U have a nice smile." Aww thanks. "Yea, if someone was to look at u, they would say that you were nice... its just the things that come out of those sexy lips that make a person feel like ish..."
• "Most women have no need to make a point or be logical. They just say things for the sake of saying it" smh U sexist pig
• "Im tryna float your boat" CORNY
• I am a name brand. I cannot associate myself with trash. As such, you are dismissed

As you can see, I am not the only one who does not know when and what to say out their mouth. Hopefully Ima get better..... lol

BTW, Did anyone catch BGC {Bad Girls Club) last night??? "CHI Town B!tCH!" LLS

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I think the theme of this blog can be best summed up by Estelle's "No Substitute Lover". So in true Morgo fashion, I must post the a few lyrics.

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Good Day Bloggerverse! ( I meant that as a greeting not to say that I was actually having a "good" day)

But anywho.... Nothing much has transpired in my life. On my way home yesterday I witnessed a potential crime in progress. I was stopped at a light on PA Ave and I heard a bunch of horns and what not going off in front of me. So Im tryna figure out whats going on. All of a sudden I see this guy running like his name was Forrest {Gump} down the street into oncoming traffic. I watch as he bobs and weaved his way thru the cars until he passes me. I start thinkin Self: What would make this fool do something so dumb as to run on a major road during rush hr? Well approx 2.7 seconds later, I saw a group ( about 5-7) other gentleman doing the same thing. Accept they looked angry, where as the first boy looked scared. So I connected the dots. Clearly it was fight or flight. And ur boy choose flight!!!!

I got home and took a brief nap. One of those 15 min ones that feel like 3 hrs. Then T-Time called to rap me up. He is alright via text. But the way he talks and some of the stuff he says is the epitome of WHACK! It didnt annoy me as much as the previous conversation did tho so I guess Im gettin used to it.

Got off the phone with him in time to start my new Monday evening tv regimine:

8pm - The Secret Life of the American Teenager - Before you give me that look it is a really good show. I enjoy the messages and the real life scenarios it portrays. Its not fake or surreal. It about this 15 yr old girl who gets pregnant by the guy at band camp. But after she gets preggo she falls in love with her current boyfriend. So get just follows the life of a scared 15 yeard old pregnant girl and her family. The girl who played Vanessa on Bernie Mac (I think her real name is Camille) is in it. Check it out one monday or you could watch old shows on abcfamily.com
9pm - Kyle Xy - Another AbcFamily quality show. Its more of a mystery than a drama. Kyle is just a normal guy. Tryna live a normal life but these people are after him because he is special. He has powers and no belly button. lol
10pm - The City- Im not too enthusiastic about The City yet. I was a faithful The Hills watcher and I never found Whitney to really be all that exciting. So its gonna take me a min to warm up to it.
10:30 - Daddy's Girls - Run's House was my show. This show is a lil quirky. It suits me because even tho those girls are living the life of luxury (that I hope to one day achieve myself) I can relate to their spirits. Vanessa n Angela are cool beans in my book. Actually I kinda like Angela better because she keeps my laughin.

During Daddy's Girls, the male bestie called. (TACK) I texted him earlier askin him to call me so that we could conversate. And like the besti he is, he did as I asked. I told him about the blasphemy that has been going on with me n Mickey B and how I was ready to just throw in the towel. Even tho he gave no real helpful advice, it felt good to just get stuff off my chest and listen to him defend the male species. LOL. I found it hilarious that he was stickin up for sumone that he had never met before. At and the end of it we both came to the conclusion that I was totally ready to call it quits but that I should just stop letting Mickey B annoy me. Then we started talkin about plans for his bday thats comin next month. Im excited. Good ppl+ Good Music + Good Liquor = Great Times. LOL Dont quote me on that!

After that it was approaching 11:30 (aka the bed time I gave myself for the eve). So I got ready to shower but before I could scrub a dub, I received a call from R-Cup, asking me if I wanted to go to FL to for spring break. That should be fun. I was a little skeptical about the cost. But after talking it over with my momma and getting her nudge of approval and her desire for me to go I am not gonna sweat it. I will just have to budget to make sure I have enough for the trip and to buy new clothes!!! {My name is Morgo and I have a spending problem but thats another blog.}

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EWWWW
Its Monday. Im normally pretty unbiased about my days of the week but what person honestly lives for Monday to come around? Yea.... I didnt think you could name any.
Its been a min since my last post. Thats because I have been in the bed recuperating for the past 5 days. Nothing serious. I just got my wisdom teeth pulled. ALL 4 of them.

So on Thursday, I go into the "oral surgeon's" (nope they arent just dentists) office, fill out the standard forms and what not. Then the nurse or "oral surgeon assistant" calls me back to a room that feels like Frankenstein was created there. I mean the ceiling had weird holes in it. The chair was old and raggedy. The walls werent a pleasant off-white but more of a cream color that comes with time and lack of cleaning. (Yes I do believe in washing walls, especially if they are white!)

So she pulls up my x-ray and asks me "Have you ever had any teeth removed before?" Clearly if she looked at my xray she could see that all 32 teeth were definitely in my mouth. The fact that she asked me that question (when clearly I who has no type of dental degree can see that by looking at my xray) is a little unassuring. I decide that she is just making conversation and engage. "No. This is my first time. Is it gonna hurt?" "No, what you will feel is pressure. Most first timers confuse pressure with pain tho. I need to take a new xray."

She takes the xray and this one comes out pretty much the same as the first one. Actually I think the one my dentist gave me was better quality. I go back into the room. The OS comes in and introduces himself as he washed his hands. (Side bar: I love the fact that they have sinks in places like that. I have a bit of OCD and someone sticking their hand into my mouth is not on my list of oks.) Then he tells me about the procedure. First he pulls out this GIANT needle. The point itself was as long as my middle finger. Im not scared of needles so I was like cool. I recently had a cavity filled so I was pretty familiar with the whole needle in gums to numb thing. SO he does both sides top and bottom. He leaves me there to let in set in. Then he comes back and applies another round to the bottoms. His assistant gives him the materials and he starts workin. I dont really feel any pain but I do feel his movin my teeth. After a minute or so of fiddling POP, the first tooth comes out. He moves to the other side. This time after only like 30 seconds POP. the second tooth comes out. That was the easy part. Now he has to do the bottom which will be a bit more tricky because they havent come up yet. So he takes out his little blade and slices into my gums. I feel nothin. He does pretty much the same pushing and tugging he did up top but it seems to be a bit more difficult. SO he pulls out this little mini drill type thing that spouts water. I feel something CRACK. Not exactly a reassuring feeling when someone is working in your mouth. He pulls out a piece of what I gather to be my tooth. After a few more tugs another piece comes out. And another. ( I KNEW I HEARD A CRACK!) So he cleans the spot and then proceeds stitch my gums. 3 down, 1 to go. He moves over to the other side. I brace myself for another ordeal with cracks and pieces and the whole sha-bang but it was rather smooth. He stitched me up, stuck 2 mounds of gauze in my mouth and I was ready to go. His assistant gave me a prescription and extra gauze. My momma was waiting for me in the waiting room when I came out. Gotta Love HER.

Over the next few days I did nothing but take my meds n lay. To do anything else was too much. Vicodin is the BOMB. I mean that one pill had me on cloud 9. It might have been because I hadnt had anything to eat. But I was feeling good. I took one of those and less than 10 min later I was feelin it and 20 mintues later I was knocked out. (Mind you this is coming from a gurl who once popped 14 pills of asprin because 2...4...6....8....etc had no effect on my menstrual cramps and then went to school the next day to take exams) They also prescribed me an antibiotic, Penicillin. Now I dont have any know allergies to medicines but everytime I took this crap, I felt nauseous. So today I called the office and asked them to give me a different prescription. I havent been takin that ish like I was supposed to, so I hope I dont get an infection.

The only visitor I had was Mickey B. He came over Friday morning. He first sent me a text that read "Coming to beat the cheeks" I replied "pass" and went back to sleep. Then a couple of hrs later he called me and said open the door. I thought he was lying. I didnt see his car out front when I looked out the window. But I managed to mumble something like I wasnt home and then I saw him walking down the driveway. So I let him in. I did indeed look a mess (reminiscent of a dry chipmunk) My purple hair scarf wrapped around my head. I hadnt showered or washed my face or brushed my teeth. My jaw was swollen beyond belief. Yep just NASTY! But I let him in. He came into my room with me. He looked at me and said "So this is what you will look like when ur fat. Its ok. Ur still cute." I roll my eyes and we lay down to watch a movie. He falls asleep during the first movie. So while he is drooling on my pillow, I decided to atleast have to common courtesy to make myself look decent. So I showered and what not and proceeded to make me some mashed potatoes (the only thing Ive been able to eat for the past 5 days). When I got back in the bed with him, he had woken up and was on the phone with his aunt. They talked while I ate and then we watched another movie. When it was over he left. I popped another Vicodin and went back to sleep. LOL

I decided to come into work today. I dont have any leave. But if I wanted to stay home today nobody would blamed me. My jaws are still puffy and I cant chew solid food. I am so hungry. The only positive thing about today was the fact that I was gonna get paid today. SO when I get to work, I log into my bank account. Now it has been a while since I worked but I was almost pretty sure that the $$ credited was not reflective of the 80 hrs I put on my time sheet. So I log onto the Employee Pay thingy they have and it shows that I only got paid for 52 hrs. WTF!?!? HOLD THE PHONE!!! 28 hrs last pay period were federal holidays. As a govt employee I am entitled to federal holidays!!!! I am outraged! I sent the Time and Attendance lady and email and I am waiting for her response.

My mom seems to think that because I am not a full time employee I do not reap the benefits such as paid holidays! Thats bull. I know of other interns who got theirs! and I have been working here for going on 2 yrs and I do believe that I received holiday pay last yr. So somebody better have some answers for me or have my $$ in my acct. Geez.

I was just feeling bad about going to another agency thats closer to me in Bmore so that I could make $$ during the semester and be a bit more financially independent. But if this is the BULL they tryna pull on me, I wont have second thoughts about it. Please Buh- Leev- Meh!

Dueces n Smoochez

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Let me preface by reviewing the events that took place last eve. After I got off work, I wanted to get my hair done. I have natural hair (aka naps) but as of recently I have been wearing it straight. I usually go to this Dominican Salon in Silver Spring but I heard there was a new salon that had just opened closer to my house. They had a MONDAY SPECIAL - Rollerset for $20. SO Im like I will go check them out. (smh)

I get in that place and its is like the size of my living room. There is only one stylist and like 3 shampoo girls. After the girl shampoos me she asks how do I want my hair. I tell her that I want it straightened but I would like to have nice loose curls. She gives me that confused-blank look (like I am speaking German or something) so I repeat myself and she proceeds to roll my hair. IDK y but I feel like she was rollin my hair for 30 min. {It does not take 30 min roll the little bit of hair that I have.}I then sit under the dryer for what seemed like forever. While I am under the dryer I am watching the stylist, her technique, the brushes she used etc. I notice that her work quality seems to be satisfactory. Finally it was my turn to be serviced. I get in the chair and:

Stylist (in pleasant tone w/ little accent) : How you want your hair sweetie?
M: I would like to have soft curls please.
Stylist (slight attitude): You asked for big rollers. So you can only get it straight.
M (bigger attitude): I didnt ask for anything. Your shampoo girl put these in my hair when I told her how I wanted my hair. But thats fine just straighten it. Can you pin curl it when you are done?
Stylist (more annoyed and more attitude): U want pin curl? OK

So she the proceeds to take out her brushes and straightens my hair. When she is done I run my fingers through my hair. It was stiff and puffy. (I get better results when I do my hair myself) NOwhere close to the quality I see when I go to the other salon. She then pulls out these hair pins to start the pin curls. WHOOAAA.. Wait a minute!!!

M: Arent you gonna flat iron it?
Stylist (stank attitude): U say u want pin curl!
M (pissed the flip off) : I also said I want it straightened. This is not straight. This has no shine! This is crap! I would like you to flat iron my hair!
Stylist: so u dont want the pin curl?

Even after she flat ironed it, it still looked a hot mess. I had to go home and reflat iron it and I did my own pin curls. Trick better have been lucky I was able to do something to my head or she wouldnt have gotten paid. This is why I do nothing in my neighborhood. I have to travel to West Bumba to get proper service. Even after she flat ironed it, it still looked a hot mess. I had to go home and re-flat iron it. Trick was lucky I was confident in my ability to fix her mess or she would not have gotten paid... (My momma name Ro-Ro and we dont play that!)

I ended up doing my own attempt at pin curls. And I must say they came out alright for someone who had no idea what they were doing (and they fact I did them at 2am). So this morning when I took the pins out I was feeling particularly good about my appearance for the day. Let me start off by saying that I am not conceited. But I do have days when I kno I be lookin GOOD! Today happened to be one of those days. I didnt do or wear anything spectacular.

Anywho, at our regularly scheduled 9am Tuesday Staff Call meeting, I noticed one of the male interns starring at me. Like at first I thought I was trippin. But everytime I looked around, he was starring at me. I was kinda cute. Then later, while I was making my rounds in the office, I stopped by to see the other male intern. He says: "You look nice today." I reply with a witty "Is that to say that I dont look nice any other day?"

But that isnt what inspired this blog. I was downstairs getting lunch. I didnt know what I wanted so I decided to walk in and out of a few of the shops until something caught my eye. As I am walking, I feel people just staring at me. I know you may think its crazy but Im tellin you. People were staring at me. First of all there werent that many ppl down there so I know they were lookin at me. I walk into Oh's and there is this weired old foreign guy lookin at me. I make eye contact and he opens his mouth to say "Hi" so I reply "Hello" and keep walking.

After I decide that there was nothing there that appeased me I started walking out. Creepy Old Foreign Guy starts walk towards me. He gets soo close I think he is about to hug me or something.
Creepy: Didnt see anything you like?
M: NO
Creepy: Too bad... I do
And then winks at me as he blows me a kiss. EWWWWWWWWWWW!

In the words of Keyshia sister Neffe "Are you Serious?!?!" I mean like can a girl walk in her own work building without the curse of having to be approached by pervs and bums? If thats the case then I am almost tempted to look scruffy for the rest of my days. Because IDK who gave these dudes the balls to approach me. I know it cant be that I have a nice face. I have been told many times that I am stuck up and snooty. I purposely walk around like that so people will leave me alone. Clearly I have not been on my game because blasphemy has arrived.

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Im at work BORED as BALLS with NOTHING to do as usual. So I must keep myself entertained via posting my ramblings onto the Internet for all the world to see. (Sounds dumb when I put it like that but OH WELLZ)

My latest thoughts are that as much as I say/think/trick myself into believing that I wanna be in a relationship, the truth of the matter is I dont. I mean, can I keep it 100% or not? The only reason I would want a relationship is to have someone to do stuff with when I am bored or lonely. Thats not what a real relationship is about. Thus I have also come to the conclusion that I will probably never marry.

Dont look at me like that! This is real talk. Sober at work bored talk.

Y so AntiRelationship? I can look into my own family and point out all the failed relationships/marriages etc.

Case 1: I will take it back to my Jody. She married my grandfather X amt of yrs ago. Im sure she thought they would be happy together. He used to beat her like his name was IKE and she was TINA. She would have to wear sunglasses out int public. And then on top of that he cheated on her and left her to raise 3 children on her own. And when it was all said and done, when he had lost everything he left her for (his condo, his boats, his cars, his mistress) he came back to her. And she took him back. WTF. No man will ever (I dont think u heard me EVER!!!) lay his hands on me and then lay his head on the pillow next to mine for a peaceful nights rest. IT AINT GONNA HAPPEN.

Case 2: Kady Mays. She married my other grandfather who was 14 years older than her. While he never put his hands on her and he did right (financially) by her and the family they created to together, he was not there emotionally. From as long as I can remember, he lived in the basement and she on the 3rd fl. He was disconnected. He sole focus was making they had a roof over their heads and food on the table. What about being a person to talk to? A friend? A loving father?

Case 3: My mom. She has had so many dysfunctional relationships I could write a book. We have had J - her first husband (the psycho), my Dad (the cheater), David- (the bum), Skinny - (the drug addict), Jerome - (the ex convict and cheater), Sherbert (the controlling Foreigner) and finally Josey (the faker and current husband).

The only thing that I can applaud is the fact that thru those relationships and marriages I am here. But truth be told, I find these stories more entertaining than traumatizing, so I cannot really fault the mistakes of my mother and grandmothers for completely shaping my views.

I believe it also has something to do with being raised as an only child in a single parent household full of women. I learned pretty quickly that Happily Ever After does not always include Prince Charming. As such, I figure that I better work on securing the carriage and castle on my own. Spending most of my youth constantly surrounded by grown folks, I was forced to look within for sources of entertainment and in my solitude. I have developed a deep love for myself and it made me a semi -prissy, nerdy, know-it-all child (now a prissy, nerdy, know-it-all adult…lol). It also, however, taught me to be self-sufficient. I cant say that I was lonely as a child. I was too busy enjoying being alone.I honestly enjoy being by myself. Who knows how to not get on my nerves more than me? No one. I can tolerate myself, my good and bad habits. I know myself inside and out. No man, mo matter how close we ever got could really grasp all that it is to my essence.

Anywho, it should not be surprising that I have an independent attitude. It’s not that I don’t think I need a man, rather, I don’t need a man’s love. I’d like it, but knowing it’s not a guarantee makes it more of an accessory than a necessity in my life. It could also be that I’m selfish, because unless I become a mother (naturally, through adoption, or by other circumstances), I’m always going to put myself first. I cannot go before God and promise till death do us part when I know that I don’t mean it. Cheat on me? Peace out. Has a look in his eye like he’s about to raise a hand? Deuces. Just get sick of looking at him one day? I think we need some space. Im a firm believer in sayin what you mean and meanin what you say. Forever means forever, not “until we get a divorce.”

I understand that I have very little control over this in the grand scheme of things. If GOD has in it his plans for me to get married, then that’s what’s going to happen. But I'm not gonna make it a priority.

Its lunch time. So I'm thru rambling until after I feed my face.

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Have you ever heard a song that just expresses how you feel better than any words you couldve fathomed? It happens to me alot. Keyshia Cole, Alicia Keys, Jazmine Sullivan all have songs that hit the nail on the head. But I have come to the conclusion that Beyonce must have been me in her past life. I kno that really doesnt make sense but hopefully u get what Im tryna say. I can think of atleast 10 of her songs off the top of my head that surround a situation in my life: Yes, Speechless, Resentment, Be with U, Me Myself and I, Dangerously in Love, Flaws n All, Im Alone Now, Broken Hearted Girl, Halo, Disappear, Sweet Dreams and Scared of Lonely. (ok that was more than 10) Point is that when a situation pops up, I can always count on Beyonce to have a song that deals with it. But the one song that just has me in the zone everytime is Woman Like Me. So I decided to include the lyrics in today's blog.

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So NYE.... lol... its was interesting. I will go thru my checklist.

Dinner (check): had a reservation for 6pm and didnt get seated until 8. Thats what happens when you have a party of over 25 ppl. BTW who knew that NYE was a holiday that ppl went out to eat? The restaurant was packed! My male "best friend" was my date for the eve. I'm glad he came because I got a free meal. I love him. Thanks!!! I wasnt really hungry so I just had a small order of calamari.
IDK y but everytime I go out to eat. There is an ordeal. Because our party was so large, they gave us two servers. When the lady came back with my drink (Shirley Temple w/lite ice), the straw fell out the glass and taps the table and lands on the saucer next to me. I have OCD and I was def not using that straw. So I say "Excuse me, Can I have another straw please?" This wench replies "it just touched the saucer." SAY WHAT??? I did not ask her to tell me where the straw was, I asked her to bring me another one. I have worked in food service before and as customer, I am always right and if I asked her for 5 straws she needed to give them to me without attitude. If it was up to me she would not have gotten a tip. But I didnt pay and they added gratuity because of the party size. So I let it go but I did give her the eye for the rest of the night.

Party (check): We didnt go down to the ball until after the ball dropped. Good thing we decided to have a couple sips before heading down tho because it was WEAK!!!! They kept the lights on the entire time. WTF is this middle school.
When I got off the elevator I saw Rico's cousin in the lobby of the hotel. At first I didnt recognize her. But then it clicked. She was like "You look pretty. Rico is gonna kill you." I wanted to say girl, Rico is not my man and he dont have claims to this. You are mistakin me for Kayla. But I didnt. I just said thanks and kept it movin.

Hotel Room(check): It was actually nice in the rooms for what we paid for them. I would def go back there for a romantic rendezvous. lol

All in all it was fun. We didnt really do anything spectacular but when you are with fun people, even a trip to 7-11 can be entertaining.

NYD
I picked up Boo (Biggums). Actually I kidnapped him because I had brought him to my house and then gave my mom my car to use so she could go to work. So he was definitely stranded with me. LOL. I think our relationship is gettin better. We only argued maybe 2 the whole day, which is a miracle because we go at it like cats n dogs.

When my mom came back we all went over to my grandmas (sperm donor side) for NY dinner. My whole family was there. Boo had already met my grandma n aunt. This time he met my sperm donor, his wife and her parents, my lil sis, and my uncles. LOL. Needless to say it was kinda awkward but I just took him downstairs and we chilled in the basement with my lil sis. I tried to make it as painless as possible. My sperm donor had the balls to make a smart comment about if he woulda known he would bought his "piece." Im like Puh-LEEZ. Who is afraid of you? And the last time I checked your opinion doesnt matter. Just because u ejaculated in my mom doesnt mean you have a say.

After a couple hrs, we left. My mommy said that as soon as we left everyone started askin her questions about me n boo, whether or not he was my boyfriend, how long we have known each other, what school he went to.. etc. Luckily my mom knows that I hate ppl being in my business so she just answered idk.. ask Morg. That was the right answer because none of my family have the balls to ask me questions about my personal life. LOL LOve HER!

So me n boo went back to my house. Chilled n watched a movie or 3. I actually was sleeping because I didnt get much sleep the night before and I was up early kidnappin him. Then things started to get heavy (if u know what i mean). I of course stopped it before it went too far but lets just say that I had to wear a turtle neck to work this morning.

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