Day After

Sat, March 3, 2007 at 05:35PM
~by: Itsduhattityood

So it came to pass. 1/10 of a nanosecond, I celebrated my birthday. Between February 28 and March 1 of the year 2007. Amen. I am now... officially... 47 years old! Hurray!

What am I 'hurray-ing' for? I donno. (I'd be hurray-ing like a hyena if I look like that!)

Just thought it was cool to say hurray rather than Ugh. I've been saying too many "ughs" lately, it feels ghey. (slap me when you hear me say UGH... and imma slap ya back! haha. jus' kiddin')

Today, which is two/three days past my birthday, I promised myself I will stay away from the dammmm campoooter. No, I meant my laptop -- the one that makes my basement look like a demented office. Papers piled up so high, you'll have to use a shovel to get to the bottom. I gotta get to the bottom. I gotta pay my gas bill, else Imma be using candles.

Yeah. The company laptop. That black rectangular thing that makes you look so professional when you go to work while the bag that holds it hangs on your shoulder. And then you walk lop-sided (spell check?). Doesn't that make you feel like you're back in grade school?

Remind me to get back to the topic of grade school. Anyway, so I told myself "no more of this 'click-here-click-that". I've been working like a mule the last couple of weeks, I think I turned into one! No. I ain't gonna look at the mirror.

And why do I work so dammmm hard, you ask. It's a matter of 'make it or break it' situation. Uhm. Let's not talk about that coz now I'm starting to gravitate towards that black thing. And we don't want that.

Ok. I think I have 5 minutes left to kill my time -- before I head to the shower. (Sssh. I'mma go out tonight). Click!

Time to go... until we meet again. That'll be next week? LOL. I'll talk about grade school. I promise.

Update on Sun, March 4, 2007 at 04:56PM by itsduhattityood
The day after...

Hmmm. I'm surprised I don't feel sick after a huge chinese dinner and three glasses of zinfandel. I was expecting I'd feel yukky...considering... well, I'm now 47 ~ and I suppose my body should start falling apart?? haha!

Had a blast last night. Yep. (I know I should have acted "surprised", but dammmm ... Judy gave it away!! LOL) Truth is... I was indeed SURPRISED!! (well...after hearing the tribe woman say "you're not supposed to know!!" -- how am I not supposed to know?? d'oh!) --- not so much as the surprise itself, but of the fact that those people that I least expected to be there -- were THERE!! ...my heart melted. (uhm. but IF those I'd expected to see weren't there, I'd have thrown a fit! good thing, they were there too!)

OK. I hafta admit, I was a little teary-eyed. . Didn't realize until last night that... I'D GET A KICK OVER A Heinz "SPOTTED DICK" can of whatever that is (LOL) and a bottle of zinfandel and a card that matched my outfit (did ya see it? leopard print whoohooo!) with a pin that says "ANOTHER YEAR SEXIER"!! (uhm. I think I should really stop eating that vanilla ice-cream off of the container, ya think???) Gotta settle for that dammm green tea (it's sapppozed to make ya lose them fatz off yer body, mofo, LOL) to keep up with what the pins sez!!

And here's the scoop. I'm now lobbying to BOYCOTT CAFE 34!! It's a shame that after all the business we brought to that place, the management did not even consider giving us a once-in-a-while-special-treatment. Oh, yanno what I mean. They won't give you a table if you're only ordering appetizers. They'll tell you to eat your dinner within 20 minutes and move out of the dancefloor coz the stinkin' band will start to play. They'll pretend they don't know your face when all they see every dammm weekend is your face anyway. My opinion? I think the place is retarded. (Personally? Nuttin for nuttin'... That place spells T-R-O-U-B-L-E for me.) Other than the fact that there are a few waiters/waitresses who sincerely cared, and there are those two valet parking attendants (joey & ??? - they're not there anymore.. perhaps they went into the boycotting stuff too), I think the place is ghey!

Freedom of speech...come on down! Perhaps my lunacy in writing distorted commentaries in all my blogs (yeah, I do have two more current active blogs HE-HE-HE) might help me with this venture of 'getting even' with these S.O.B.'s (no, it doesn't mean Shortness Of Breath.. It means Sons Of Bitches!! -- so there!!).

If CAFE 34 got this positive commentary in newspapers about being " a good place to take your GF/BF for a good time with good food", then let me try balancing it off with an 'anti-positive' sentuhmental gripe of "the worst place to be when you want to give your date a good first impression because you'll both end up leaving the place all starved and deprived of quality service" Not to mention that you need to ... bring your own TOILET, and the truth of the matter that you'd be better off listening to the CD in your car and dancing in the parking lot!!

Nah! Hold up. I could do better than that. Lemme check my Ceektionary and come up with more a more drastic representation of how the froooooooooookn' place stinks!! (Whew). Oh trust me. By word of mouth, Napoleon will conquer. (Eh?!)

Enuff said. Don't get me started here. The monster ain't ready to come out yet.

Stay tuned. (FYI... I am not an arsonist. LOL. But if the place burns down, it means 'voodoos do work, after all'!) bahahaha!