Life's a bitch...
And then you die, which is pretty much where I've been the past 4 months...Dying. Aside from being sick beyond imagination, other aspects of my life are starting to get affected.
I haven't been to the gym in a week, which makes me upset. School's starting to suck (issues with my senior paper, more on that when I'm in a better mood) and I'm just overall not a happy camper these days.
I KNOW I'M SICK, I just wish I could get my doctor to see it too. Instead of looking at me for 5 minutes then shoving some sort of pill down my throat, he needs to DO something. C'mon, man, EARN your $15!! I mean, I'm constantly tired, constantly congested, constantly taking medicine and nothing is changing. That seems strange. People are telling me about mold, a big thing down here in the Peach State, so I guess I gotta look into that.
But enough about my deteriorating health, I feel like I have better things to talk about. I saw the Usher concert Saturday and I must say it was quite enjoyable. But in watching the concert, I made a crush-altering discovery: Usher is short. I mean, like 5'8" short, as in my height or shorter. I can't deal, it's SO unfair. It's like guys I REALLY like are short, which goes against my "dreamy 6' tall man"...uh...dream. We're not talking about just Usher, either, it's happened in real life, too. Let's go back, back into time...
There was Danny, the HOT shorty (literally) I met in Florida at BET Soundstage. We met, had great conversation and when we were heading outside to talk, I TOWERED over him. If he was 5'5", he was tall. Danny went on to impregnate his ex-girlfriend and that was "all my fault cuz I lived in NY." Thanks, Danny, hope you and the fam are doin' great!
Then there was Dan. Dan was awesome, I wanted to be his wife. He was just the greatest. There were 2 things that made me see Dan and I weren't gonna happen, though. The first, he was my ex's (and by ex, I mean fresh after 2+ years of dating) roommate and second, I had too much goin' on at the time, no real time to focuse on "us." Never really got over that one...Dan was awesome, I'm sure his girlfriend knows that, too.
And now, there is one of my crushes (and by crush, I mean for like, the past year and it hit me like a ton of bricks). He's funny and we're decent friends (partly because I like him so much), but he too, is short. And I'm talkin' about if his ass was 4 inches taller (hell, I'd take 3), we'd do some SERIOUS damage. I even clung to the hope that he wasn't yet done growing, but alas, I had to face reality. But, he's the kind of guy I can ultimately see myself marrying. Just suckin' it up and doin' the damn thang. But that's my crush, and we all know what happens (or doesn't happen) with crushes.
This just in...(A.D.D.'s a bitch, I know) Someone out there's reading my blog, which gives me the warm and fuzzies, so I wanted to say thank you and send a shout out to Corey, Mr. Hollywood, Neveah Jeans in the hizouse, bi-otch!!
That's really all I have to talk about today, I'm sure if I think of anything else, I'll write about it.
I haven't been to the gym in a week, which makes me upset. School's starting to suck (issues with my senior paper, more on that when I'm in a better mood) and I'm just overall not a happy camper these days.
I KNOW I'M SICK, I just wish I could get my doctor to see it too. Instead of looking at me for 5 minutes then shoving some sort of pill down my throat, he needs to DO something. C'mon, man, EARN your $15!! I mean, I'm constantly tired, constantly congested, constantly taking medicine and nothing is changing. That seems strange. People are telling me about mold, a big thing down here in the Peach State, so I guess I gotta look into that.
But enough about my deteriorating health, I feel like I have better things to talk about. I saw the Usher concert Saturday and I must say it was quite enjoyable. But in watching the concert, I made a crush-altering discovery: Usher is short. I mean, like 5'8" short, as in my height or shorter. I can't deal, it's SO unfair. It's like guys I REALLY like are short, which goes against my "dreamy 6' tall man"...uh...dream. We're not talking about just Usher, either, it's happened in real life, too. Let's go back, back into time...
There was Danny, the HOT shorty (literally) I met in Florida at BET Soundstage. We met, had great conversation and when we were heading outside to talk, I TOWERED over him. If he was 5'5", he was tall. Danny went on to impregnate his ex-girlfriend and that was "all my fault cuz I lived in NY." Thanks, Danny, hope you and the fam are doin' great!
Then there was Dan. Dan was awesome, I wanted to be his wife. He was just the greatest. There were 2 things that made me see Dan and I weren't gonna happen, though. The first, he was my ex's (and by ex, I mean fresh after 2+ years of dating) roommate and second, I had too much goin' on at the time, no real time to focuse on "us." Never really got over that one...Dan was awesome, I'm sure his girlfriend knows that, too.
And now, there is one of my crushes (and by crush, I mean for like, the past year and it hit me like a ton of bricks). He's funny and we're decent friends (partly because I like him so much), but he too, is short. And I'm talkin' about if his ass was 4 inches taller (hell, I'd take 3), we'd do some SERIOUS damage. I even clung to the hope that he wasn't yet done growing, but alas, I had to face reality. But, he's the kind of guy I can ultimately see myself marrying. Just suckin' it up and doin' the damn thang. But that's my crush, and we all know what happens (or doesn't happen) with crushes.
This just in...(A.D.D.'s a bitch, I know) Someone out there's reading my blog, which gives me the warm and fuzzies, so I wanted to say thank you and send a shout out to Corey, Mr. Hollywood, Neveah Jeans in the hizouse, bi-otch!!
That's really all I have to talk about today, I'm sure if I think of anything else, I'll write about it.
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