Yeah, I think I am. I'm super sleepy and I've been sleepy for the past three days. I fell asleep before I could call my boyfriend back. I feel hella bad about that, I know he felt neglected. But I cant do anything about it now. I just have to call him when he wakes up and apologize. Poor baby. But this is the second day in a row that I didnt get up with the alarm. And I almost forgot my lunch. Man, I think its the chicken salad. Maybe it makes me too sleepy and full as opposed to peppy and full of energy. Because right now I feel like a cranky little 7 year old, waiting to throw a fit.
But the Girl Can Cook Though...
I went home last night and did the damn thang... I did my laundry and suddenly I was feeling hella domestic. So I looked in the cookbook and decided I was gonna make some homemade bread to go with dinner. So I got out all the ingredients and mixed that crap up, waited for the bread to rise up so I could sock it back down again (it has to rise twice). Then I baked it and put butter on it. Mommy said it was good. But then she's mommy. I think she was right though, because when I got up this morning, it was only a little crumbs left over. So either I got mad skills with cooking bread, or some vagrant broke in and stole it. I choose to pick option 1. It was a good thing I'd put some in my lunch before I announced it was ready. You gotta think fast in my house, thats for sure.
The Resurrection
For some reason I've been revisiting my past when I used to make mixed tapes all the time. I have a picnic basket full of mixed tapes. Most of them were from 1992-1997 when Kevin Slo Jammin James was on 92.3 the Beat. Those were the days. I was a hardcore ol' school slow jam addict between Jr. High and High Schoool. I was also too broke to buy CD's. So Kevin James allowed me to have all the oldies I could record on Sunday nights (10 pm to 2 am... what you know about that?). I miss that so much. I also found some old ass rap and R & B. Man, how glad am I that I grew up? The world will never know. Because most of that stuff sucked... but you couldn't tell me that back then. Now I can console myself by saying that all that mess is simply "Classic". You can't really clown someone for the classic stuff. Well thats not true... I'd clown my dad daily every time I saw pictures of his crazy 70's outfits. Oh well. I'm doomed... Imma get clowned too eventually. Poor me.
The New Drivers Holiday: Effective Friday 02-20-04
"Thank God Misty is Unarmed Day"
This holiday will be celebrated on the 605 Fwy and 105 Fwy every Friday at 3:30 p.m. By this time, I have made it home and no one has died or been injured at my hand. Of course, all who travel these freeways should be ever so thankful to the Good Lord that I have morals... and no weapons. Because my rage is thick... and idiots are numerous. So all should sing praises to the Lord that He is so merciful to allow me to remember that I am some sort of a Christian, and it is wrong to kill, even when provoked to the utmost.
Countdown to Vacation...
Exactly 7 days and I shall be in cold Frisco. Pray for me... I hate the cold. But I'll be w/ my baby. So I should be good. Well let me go do some actual work, since it is 6:45 after all. Just like a Black Woman... I tell you the truth, LOL. Later.