Kismet
Well, I learned a few new things this past week. And no, none of them was how to put a picture on the blog. My internet is screwed because my brother's computer is out of commission, which I DON'T want to talk about. Moving on, though, I've learned a few things about me, about life and about the real world.
The first thing is: I've discovered who I'm going to marry. And it sucks. It sucks because from now on, no matter who I date OR sleep with, I know I'm gonna end up with this guy. So "what's the point," one of my most hated phrases, is killing me. But all in all, I'm happy and hey, you never know, he may get married and forget all about me or better yet, hate me and never talk to me again. My friends say it's kismet, stronger than both fate and destiny combined. All I know is, I'm not saying a word or doing a THING. I learned that lesson last year. And all I've got to show for it is a Maroon 5 CD. Whatever, only time can tell.
The second thing: Men are so predictable it's not even funny. Remember Marc? The car salesman? Well, I gave him a call and told him never to call me again. Why? He had what I like to call a "focus issue." We would talk for 5-10 minutes at a time and then he'd have to bounce. Well, with me being here in ATL and him up in NY, I wasn't about to fool myself into thinking we could make something work, so I deaded him. And of course, the very next day after I leave the message, Marc calls and leaves a voicemail (that's right, he left a VOICEMAIL! Who's the woman, bitch!?! :-P) telling me how he's been trying to get in touch with me. Puhlease!! So we talked last night and he's just so caught off guard by who I am, I guess he just wants to keep me near. As near as I can be from ATL with a dope new body (still on the way) and a HOT new car. Whatever, maybe I can get some rims outta this whole thing. Ooh, and runners for the TB...
Third: My brother's a kid. I mean, I KNEW he was a kid, but this week has taken the cake. From floundering between going back to NY, getting his own place and moving in with me, the boy has no kind of direction. And it's startin' to affect me now. I went from a H-O-T new crib to floundering myself. No idea where to live now and I HATE THE ENTIRE PROCESS. Whatever, Big Sis has gotta do what Big Sis has gotta do...Not like my dad's gonna step up to the plate. Ugh, geez.
D: I hate my job. Well, not the job, per se, just two people here. Those same two people control how my review is gonna go AND make 1 1/2 times + what I do. And they're a clique, which I especially hate. I applied for another job and have an interview on Monday, hopefully I get it and can tell them to kiss me where the sun don't shine. Not the good spot, either.
I wish I could get in my brother's studio and record the damn "JustTrina Radio Show," there are so many good ideas running through my head. Guess I'll have to invest in a tape recorder and go from there. One more step closer to sleeping with Usher, I can barely wait!! :-D
So there it is, everyday we learn something new. I learned about kismet and now the world knows I wanna do it to Usher. Hell, I live in Atlanta, I could be the "at home" shorty. I have no issue with keepin' it cool cuz I'm not that big on the "quality time" thing anymore. It's more like, "don't you have someplace to go?" I'm every man's dream... :-P
The first thing is: I've discovered who I'm going to marry. And it sucks. It sucks because from now on, no matter who I date OR sleep with, I know I'm gonna end up with this guy. So "what's the point," one of my most hated phrases, is killing me. But all in all, I'm happy and hey, you never know, he may get married and forget all about me or better yet, hate me and never talk to me again. My friends say it's kismet, stronger than both fate and destiny combined. All I know is, I'm not saying a word or doing a THING. I learned that lesson last year. And all I've got to show for it is a Maroon 5 CD. Whatever, only time can tell.
The second thing: Men are so predictable it's not even funny. Remember Marc? The car salesman? Well, I gave him a call and told him never to call me again. Why? He had what I like to call a "focus issue." We would talk for 5-10 minutes at a time and then he'd have to bounce. Well, with me being here in ATL and him up in NY, I wasn't about to fool myself into thinking we could make something work, so I deaded him. And of course, the very next day after I leave the message, Marc calls and leaves a voicemail (that's right, he left a VOICEMAIL! Who's the woman, bitch!?! :-P) telling me how he's been trying to get in touch with me. Puhlease!! So we talked last night and he's just so caught off guard by who I am, I guess he just wants to keep me near. As near as I can be from ATL with a dope new body (still on the way) and a HOT new car. Whatever, maybe I can get some rims outta this whole thing. Ooh, and runners for the TB...
Third: My brother's a kid. I mean, I KNEW he was a kid, but this week has taken the cake. From floundering between going back to NY, getting his own place and moving in with me, the boy has no kind of direction. And it's startin' to affect me now. I went from a H-O-T new crib to floundering myself. No idea where to live now and I HATE THE ENTIRE PROCESS. Whatever, Big Sis has gotta do what Big Sis has gotta do...Not like my dad's gonna step up to the plate. Ugh, geez.
D: I hate my job. Well, not the job, per se, just two people here. Those same two people control how my review is gonna go AND make 1 1/2 times + what I do. And they're a clique, which I especially hate. I applied for another job and have an interview on Monday, hopefully I get it and can tell them to kiss me where the sun don't shine. Not the good spot, either.
I wish I could get in my brother's studio and record the damn "JustTrina Radio Show," there are so many good ideas running through my head. Guess I'll have to invest in a tape recorder and go from there. One more step closer to sleeping with Usher, I can barely wait!! :-D
So there it is, everyday we learn something new. I learned about kismet and now the world knows I wanna do it to Usher. Hell, I live in Atlanta, I could be the "at home" shorty. I have no issue with keepin' it cool cuz I'm not that big on the "quality time" thing anymore. It's more like, "don't you have someplace to go?" I'm every man's dream... :-P
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