Mannnn, how many of you love your BFF? –Raises hand- Dude, my BFF is better than yours! I just thought I’d share that with you guys.
Anyway, it’s like nearly 4 am and shit and I can’t sleep at allllllllll. Josh just went off to bed. I told him to go to sleep cause he has work in the morning at 8 am. I don’t want him tired at work.
So yeah, lemme fill you niggas in on my weekend and what not.
Saturday I went to Malachi's birthday party which was so fun. There were kids everywhere and they had the biggest water fight I ever saw. I’m talking water balloons, water guns, and buckets of water. The wholeeee nine son. I think that party is what I really need to cheer up. When I got there Malachi gave me the biggest hug ever. I love him man. Foreal.
Unfortunately, me and my bestestestest-er friend Mary got into a bit. –Sigh- Eh, it’s a long story. To make a long story short, she came to me and told me she was jealous. She apologized, we kissed and made up. That’s my bitch for life, no matter what. I mean, we got the matching tats and all.
*Speaking of which, we’re throwing this partyyyyyy. FUCK YEAH! We’re not having it at my place, cause it won’t be up and running in time. So, we’re having it at her place. The theme of the party is JBP—Just Been Fucked! Ugh, I’m so in love with this. You basically have to come dressed like you’ve just been fucked. Like, guys: blouses all buttoned wrong, messy hair and lipstick on your clothes; girls: bras showing, messy hair, messy clothes. I already know what I’m wearing. They can forget about my tits being out. Them bad boys too big to be exposed, but Josh would not approve anyway. Would you boo? –Smiles-
So yeah, I’ve been spending alot of time with my cousins Breanna & Deanna.
OMG, Lemme tell you.
So Friday man, we were all at my mom’s and what not and she had scheduled a Comcast tech to come fix the cable. It’s like 12 something, and I’m still in bed cause I was up late til like 5 am talking to Josh, and the phone rings. It’s the Comcast tech.
“Hi, I just came by your house and no one answered the door.”
I’m rubbing my eyes and shit, and I hear music. Deanna is up listening to Day 26 so I ask her if she heard someone ring the door bell.
“Someone rang the doorbell?”
”Nah, I aint hear it over the music.”
So I tell him that someone is here, obviously and ask him if he can come back. So he agrees. I go to the bathroom and brush my teeth and shit. As I’m brushing my teeth, the doorbell rings and it’s him. I run to my room to put on some sweats cause all I have on is an oversized t-shirt that reads “Zone 4 Inc.” on it. So I answer the door, still looking like I just rolled out the bed. Prada is already at the door barking like crazy. So annoying by the way.
”You gotta lil killa, huh?
”He’s hardly that.”
So I pick up my “lil killa” and I notice this nigga peeping out my shirt and shit.
“What you know about Zone 4?”
”Huh? Oh, my friend used to be Polow’s assistant.”
”Who Krista?”
”Nah.”
It was so weird, cause this nigga really talking to me like know me and shit. So yeah, I show him to my moms room and tell him what’s wrong with the TV and shit like that. He’s looking at the TV, and I’m holding Prada sittin on my mom’s bed.
“Yall have a basement?”
”Yeah.”
”Is it accessable?”
”Mhm.”
So mind you, my mom doesn’t have like a finished basement and shit, so it’s all basementish from like scary movies and shit. I turn the lights on and this nigga look at me and asks me can I put some shoes on and come down to the basement with him because he’s scared. BIG LOL. I look at him like he’s crazy.
“You must be kidding, right?”
”Nah man, I’m foreal. I’m scared to go down there.”
Me not thinking, I slip on my UGG boots and go downstairs with this man. He finds what he needs to find and we go back upstairs. I’m dusting off my shoes, cause it’s kinda dirty down there.
”Those UGG boots, huh?”
-Smiles- “Sure are.”
I think that he thinks I’m crazy for dusting my shoes off. Anyway, so he tells me that he’s going to replace the wire|cord and that he’s going to be outside for about 15-20 minutes. I tell him okay and I go back in the room with my cousins. These hos talking about they hungry and they wanna go to Wendy’s. I tell em we can go when this nigga finish up.
So about 15-20 minutes pass and he’s ringing the doorbell again. So I open it and we go and check the and see if he fixed the problem. EUREKA!
“What was the problem?”
“You had water in the cords man, that was the problem.”
”Water?”
”Yeah, like…rain.”
This nigga is insulting my intelligence.
I roll my eyes and he’s telling me about his dog and shit like that. He has a 7 month old Mini Doberman Pincer. I love dogs by the way. He’s talking about how he needs to give his dog away cause he doesn’t have time for her anymore. So I wanna see her, cause she sounds cute. So he goes back out to the Comcast van and brings back his phone and shows me a video of his dog. Now I see why he wants to give her away. That mother fucker is hyper as hell. I tell him I’ll pass and as I’m walking him out, he hands me his this CD.
“I do music, and I want you to listen to this and tell me what you think.”
I’m thinking, Niggggggga, I don’t work for Polow I’m not gonna give him this shit. But instead I say okay.
“Oh, and here is my number right here. So you know, you can call and tell me what you think.”
-Straight face- I just smile and shut the door.
My cousins thought that was the funniest shit ever. They done called my mom and told her that the Comcast man gave me his number low key and she’s just laughing and shit. I didn’t think it was very funny at all.
Anyway, so we get ready and we go to Wendy’s. We go inside and order cause we have too many separate orders and shit.
*Josh, lmao, it’s the same Wendy’s that, that dread head nigga was all in my face in.
Of course this nigga would be workingggggg and he notices me and has the biggest goddamn smile on showing all 2704834 of his gold teeth. While I’m waiting for my food to come at the counter, he comes up to me.
“Aye shawty, how many piercings you got?”
”Uhh, 14.”
”Goddamn baby, that’s alot of piercings.”
”I like piercings.”
-Cries- Did he just call me baby like he was Plies. Lord, kill me nowwww. I’m dying inside cause I can’t even call Josh to cake with him and say I love you fifty-leven times like I did last time so this man will leave me alone. Even though Josh was right last time, that nigga don’t even care that I have a man. Note to self, never go back inside that Wendy’s again.
Back to Saturday. So me and my cousin Deanna drank 2 bottles of Nuvo. That shit is something yummy homes. Anyway, I think I may have had too much to drink cause I was on yahoo talking about all kinds of shit with Josh. He thought I was quite entertaining though. Apparently I pour my heart out when I’m drunk. Anyway, after I left there I went to IHOP and fucked some crepes up. Them cream cheese filled bitches are so fucking good though. Anyway, that fucking bottle is so sexy. I had to take a picture of it. I’m mad it’s like the same size of my torso though Foreal.. –Blushes hard- I love being short. The only bad part about it, it that it was expensive. Fucking $33.16 [that’s with tax included] a bottle and shit like that. I could’ve got 2 bottles of Smirnoff for that price. Either way, it was a good night.
So yeah, I’m feeling better about shit. I got chewed out by BFF though today for not telling him about the other day when I hit rock bottom. I told him I didn’t wanna worry him with my issues when everyone has their own shit to worry about, but he said he doesn’t care. Thanks BFF, you’re the best. <3
Josh and I are good. We finally got back to our normal selves and we’re better than ever. I swear whatever happens between us, whatever things we ever go through, it always makes us stronger than before. That’s my baby though, foreal. I’m just glad that we’re both feeling better.
But yeah, I guess I’m done blogging and shit. It’s 4:21 in the morning. I guess I’ll put Twilight on and lay down til I fall asleep or whatever. Good night my loves.
Killaaaa™
