This is how I would prefer to move around.
June 17, 2009
June 16, 2009
Lurkers.
Congrats to the Lakers….
And now for the LURKERS.
I can see my stats, and I know you are out there lurking. What’s especially lurker-strange is when someone I personally know is reading my posts, but not commenting. You know who you are.
I’ll share: A friend of mine called and asked if my seats had dried out.
I was wondering
1) what he was talking about because I had forgotten about the rain incident
AND
2) how he knew my seats in my car were soaking wet and reeking of mildew.
Then I had an a-ha moment. He’d read my blog. Poked around and “never heard a word from ‘em.”
That’s like someone coming to your house, walking up to the front door, and instead of ringing the bell they peek into your window and watch what you’re doing, then they go back home.
So the moral of the story? Leave a comment if you’re here!
January 21, 2009
Compound Troubles
As if it wasn’t enough that my arms feel like Jell-O, I have to deal with another irritating issue. The night before last and half-way through yesterday it snowed. Of course this was wonderful at said moment because I was planning to skip work and watch the inauguration festivities on tv and comment with some friends on the www.cnn.com/live jumpoff with Facebook.
Well, when I was driving home from the gym last night, I noticed that my oil light came on. Very strange. This morning I warmed my car up, preparing to head to lab. Things didn’t flow as smoothly as I would have liked. As I drove towards school, the main thing I noticed was my car…shaking. ::Blank Stare:: What the thunder? I did what any female in my position would do – I called my Dad.
So now I’m sitting here at the Wal-Mart Automotive Center. Hang me please.
A certified goon – probably LaTarian’s big sister – just walked up and sat down at the bench near me. I was talking on my cell phone (quietly) and working on this entry when she whips out her Multimedia Boombox Cell Phone and plays Chris Brown’s “Take You Down” out loud. No earbuds, no naaaahthing. And then you have the gall to turn the volume up. I politely gave her a glaring stare. You think it bothered this trollop? Not at all. Then I looked over and saw exactly what was wrong. I mistook her for LaTarian’s older sister when she is CLEARLY Eli Porter’s fam. She was real dead about the eyes. Ignorance officially excused. Now I am typing to a hoodrat’s playlist and have the pleasure of hearing Plies – Please Excuse My Hands. I am so tempted to take a photo with MacBook. Oh, if only this thing had a camera on the back [inside the apple logo...wouldn't that be hot?] and I wouldn’t have to turn the laptop completely around…
She is checking out. Whew! I feel like Oprah Winfrey in The Color Purple.
“And when I seen’d you, I knew there was a GOD!”
These two Caucasian ladies have come in with her kids
Now that my eyes and ears can breathe a sigh of relief.. *le sigh*
On to other compound trouble news.
My beloved pink iPod nano – the old school one with the aluminum… has died. This morning, I went to plug it up to my speakers to get my day started. A Tribe Called Quest is forever implanted on the screen at 0:00. I pressed play, Menu, the center button and all of that – nothing helped. Rest In Peace would probably be best suited here. But I’m trying to resuscitate her. Pink Panther – hold on.
How will I ever make it through my cardio warm up, if I cannot have Just Fine or Single Ladies blaring into my ear drum? iPod guilty pleasure? Trina. I know, i know…
November 17, 2008
October 25, 2008
Damn, my swagger need a bodyguard.
If you know me, you know all my standby phrases. They’re usually very strange and ridiculous – always catching an unsuspecting listener off guard.
Damn, bishes must wanna be me. Please exit stage right. Immediately.
I can’t be bothered. I just can’t. I’ve already scratched you off my list, yet you still continue to trick yourself into believing we’re still friends? I’ve come to accept it. That’s just you. No shame in your game.
I’m gonna treat you like a Subaru and let the universe take care of it.
Get a grip. Please and thank you. The end.
