2007-02-13 - 12:26 p.m.

I was off work this past Friday. And it was nice. I just felt like I needed some "me" time and I took that and I got that. For the most part, anyway. LOL.

I just stayed in the bed the majority of the day. In the afternoon, I installed the complicated printer my 'rents insisted on buying. (Now they wanna return it 'cause it's too complicated - people just don't listen to me!!!) Then I went to pick up my mom from her job and bring her back home.

Out of the kindness of my heart (LOL!), I took her to the theatre - but only because I was getting on the road at that time anyway.

After that, I went to pick up D whose car is not working right now (that girl will never be able to be fully independent - it's just not in her cards or something!). We were going to our regular Happy Hour spot - Iguan.a!!!

What a release. I'm tellin' u, I had too much fun up in there. And I have never been SO depressed to see a drink! We only paid for 1 drink each but by the end of the night, we'd had 3 BIG drinks and 3 or 4 shots of Patron (nobody knows for sure) and ON TOP OF THAT somebody with a hook-up at one of the other bars tryin' to get us to do Jaeger the whole night. I had some woman hugging me calling me "mama", I had don' made friends with two chicks I started out by calling "skinny hoes" to their faces (not in a bad way though! LOL!), an old Spanish man trying to hook up (seriously), two black men trying to take me home with them (seriously too!), talking about the Lord and Habi.tat for Human.ity works with the ex-husband of my bartender (I always end up with a personal bartender, I swear!), having my legs up in the air (shhhhh, don't tell nobody! LMAO!!!), and finally, trying to eat a burger while hiccuping allllllll the way home.

'Twas a crazy night.

I was afraid to open my eyes Saturday morning. I just knew it would be instant hurl. For real. But it wasn't. After about an hour and breakfast, I was alright. Not the best, but alright.

And apparently, I have an obsession. Like, a Ki.rk Fran.klin kinda obsession...

Yeah, that would be porn.

How do I know it is an obsession? Well because I woke up at 7:49am after having gone to sleep after 2am Saturday morning and the first thing on my mind (which would also not let me get back to sleep) was watching a porno I had downloaded off the 'net the day before.

Yeah. That seems a little obsessive to me.

Okay, okay. Maybe not a total obsession, 'cause I don't think about it during the day while I'm at work or really while I'm doing anything at all. I guess I just got so excited that we finally got hooked up with the DSL at the house, in combination with the fact that I haven't even seen a porno in like 2 years and ain't had not a piece of dick since the holidays...

I don't know. All I know is that I watched about two hours' worth on Saturday. That makes me addicted, right?

LOL! Okay, okay. Now that I see it in black and white, I realize that I'm not addicted. I just had my dose of porn - more than what I've had in a looong time - and it made me nervous.

So yeah, I guess I'm not addicted. I'm not obsessed. Yay? LOL!

Guess it's just my horny phase of the month. I swear, I keep thinkin' about calling up Dave 'cause I know he's my #1 ready and willing accessible (why did it take me 'bout 5 minutes to remember this damn word? And I refused to move on until I remembered it too. I heard Ka.tie C.our.ic use it during her interview with Nor.ah Jone.s the other night and vowed to add it to my vocab. LOL!) option right about now. I ain't gon' lie, Mark's little-but-HUGE stick has been causing a serious strain on my freaky-mental lately too.

You know it's bad when you want to call your desire's homeboy (who likes you) just to get your desire's number.

I knew I should have never deleted Mark's number from my phone but I knew if I kept it in my damn phone, I'd be tied up in a situation I ain't necessarily wanna be in. And I also knew that just the thought of the arm in between that lil nigga's legs would cause me to involuntarily snatch up the phone and call his ass with wild abandon. So yeah, I guess it was for the best. And I feel too bad to call his homeboy for his number so I'll leave Mark where he is - in the past.

Unless I run into that nigga in the street! Now that's something different. LOL!

But yeah, thankfully time and other committments have kept me from picking up the phone to call David. I just can't do it though! If I do anything with him, I want it to involve kissing and I just can't accept that he is a bad kisser. It's really frustrating!!! ARRRRGGGHHH!!!!!!!

But anyway, it's for the best.

Let me just hunker down and get ready for this solo Valentine's Day. I've had 'em before, one mo' time ain't gon' hurt nobody, 'specially me.

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