Friday
I stayed in the house and watched old cartoons with my baby eating popcorn until we both fell asleep in his bed...one of the best fridays I could ask for.
Saturday
Kicked around the house with the bambino until the BD came to pick him up at about 6ish then went to get my tootsies done. And a new guy does them. Usually I go in there and this girl named Michelle from Vietnam hooks me up and we talk about relationships and the weather and all that other crap...but obviously she was busy so I was stuck with this new guy. I wasn't happy when I sat down. He does a half ass job on my feet to which I have to tell him to do shit he didn't like buff my toe nails I mean shit, I can soak my feet and throw some paint on them at home bitch, I'm not paying 35.00 for that! Then he put TOO much lotion on my feet and legs and had to wipe it off and the fucker didn't even massage...needless to say, by the time he actually got to painting my toes, I was too fucking through with him. So he says to me...
"What cahlah yew wan?"
"I want a french manicure BUT I want the tips red instead of white" -I reply
"Okay french manicure?" -he says
"Yes BUT instead of white, paint red" -I say again
He nods his head yes and then reaches for the white polish. I shake my head and roll my eyes...but I keep my mouth shut. He didn't want to listen? I didn't want to see him fucking up...he did the french manicure on both of my feet and THEN I told him he did it wrong...ain't I a stinka? Anywho, after he finally got it right I think the results were good
What say you?On the way home my friend hits me up and asks me do I want to go to this club that is an hour and a half away...I'm not doing anything else, so fuck it, I'm down. Now background about this club...it is in the COUUUUUNTRY! I think they still grow cotton out there, but it's always packed and there are SOME cute guys out there and they are always so mesmerized by a fly "city" girl such as myself (LOL to that...but it is true)
"I like a long haired thick redbone"(Damn I love that song)
Needless to say...and really not trying to toot my own horn here...but um...yeah, ya girl was the baddest "joint" up in there. My friend said one dude pushed her so hard he almost knocked her down to get to me *brushes shoulders off* LMAO. Not that it would have been hard to be the baddest one because I literally saw at least 70 hot messes walking around. One girl had to be all of at least 300 pounds at 5'2" wearing a shirt like the one I have on...as a dress...mm hmm, you heard me, I ain't lying. First rule of being a big/thick girl is...
Know thy limits
And that bitch obviously did not. And those girls that were with her...not her friends.
This also brings me to an epiphany I had in my drunken state looking at all the animal farm looking folks walking around me...why not bring a camera with me when I go out and take pictures of me and my friends in front of water bug looking people to laugh at at a later date...as Nina would say...I'm rude? Yeah...that's rude...I wouldn't do that, not on purpose anyway. But anyway, I had a good time, got back home about 5:30ish...had a quick shower and got in the bed...
Sunday
Tried to sleep as late as possible but folks kept blowing my phone up! 3 missed calls, 6 FB notifications, 9 texts, and 2 voicemails. I hate turning my ringer off in case something happens with my son but DAMN! I was so contemplating doing it just to get damn rest! Got up about 2ish and vegged hardcore all day. Gave myself a protein treatment (a.k.a. two egg yolks and a good conditioner), washed hair, deep conditioned (still doing) watched True Blood (sooo good, if you don't watch it you should), washed clothes (in the dryer now) and that puts me at right now.
The End
Happy Monday (yea right) let's hope it goes by quickly
1 comment:
Sounds very eventful.
Reminds me that I really need to get a life.
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