Do you have your money? That's when you know the relationship or what ever was still there is done. OVER. NULL and VOID...you told me not to worry about it. But YES, come pick it up. DO I HAVE YOUR MONEY...shit do you have the time that was wasted when i thought you wanted to be with me. WOOOOOSAAAAA

update 1: I didn't go through with the hair cut...i got crazy scared and my hairdresser didn't want to..and i trust her..plus that would have added a less another 2 hours in at the salon..and i already think that 2.5 hours is to long for a wash.

update 2: the friend that i quoted in yesterday Oprah topic has not read this yet but he seemed interested and excited that he was in my piece.

Okay enough with the updates...

Last night me and POOH went to La RODEO (make sure the R rolls off your tongue) for some authentic Mexican food. It hit the spot. I have had some awful Mexican food before. My cousin was graduating from a college in Indianapolis. We called ahead to make reservations to El Sol (it means the sun)..we got there..no one was there. When i mean to one... like why did they even take the reservations, no one in America even know you all exist. Anyways, on the menu the served goat. So i wasn't even interested anymore, in anything that they were serving but i wanted to try and be a trooper. I got Enchiladas. It came out looking like...ugh. I put my forkful of mess in my mouth and it came back up. GROSS OF ALL GROSS...nastiness. I made my cousin cry because the restaurant was bad. Heck, she didn't build the place or serve or cook the food. I was so was again done. I sat their with my "safe" water (or was it). I have a problem with white melted cheese and it was all of my dish..anyways i lost my train of thought.... lets see..Oh so after it came back up..the waiter asked me in his broken English did i want something else. I said no, but i should have said i wanted some fries from McDs and some cheesecake (oh how i love thee). that should have put a smile on someones face...because i was smiling.

But i am weird like that, because the food could of have been the bomb (which i doubt) but i have a problem with how half melted or already melted cheese goes down my throat..it makes me gag or worst. So to my cousin, i am sorry if i offended you in anyway but i got nothing but love for you.

I BLOG BECAUSE RIGHT NOW I DON'T HAVE ANY CHEESECAKE

Its funny how long i wait for you to call me. I waste time doing that. Does my phone ring, YES. Are you on the other end, no! Am i surprised NO. Would my family be happy that you didn't call and would just leave me alone. HELL YES. But there is something in my that wants you to call me and wants you to come over. Its been a week since...and you just stopped calling and i figured the phone rings both ways so i am not going to blow your phone up if that is what you are waiting for. I am at this point where I feel more alone than usually and it would help if you just picked up the phone like you did for the last 1.5 years and just talk. It would give me great joy for a little conversation. But now i guess some other girl is on your jock and you gotta do you. FINE. We are friends, aren't we. Don't be in someones bed when you were just in mine less than a week ago. And when i mean bed i mean literally and like in your space..taking all your time. You know i won't even go there... because quite honestly I don't want you in my bed...FRESH sheets and all..HA. No but for real, i don't.. I am pass that with you.. but i see and know what is on your mind when you come over. Well like 75% of the time. I can look pass all that physical stuff. I want you as a friend..a friend that when my world comes crashing down or i need someone to talk to you will talk to me. But you know, that might be to much to ask of you..since you are a BUSINESS MAN...trying to find out what really keeps you busy man is none of my business. But all the busy men and business men i know, can use thedamn phone. Sigh... Okay I'm off soap box now

As i wait for my call i think about my hair..to cut or not to cut. Its hair..with will grow back like the weeds in the flower bush. I want it short-- like short short...NIA LONG, Angela Basset. I have the face, i think, for it and i am a petite frame.. i know it would look good but would i like it. Could i EMBRACE it? Or would i look like i boy, and less available...or less like myself. I think the sexiest thing would be when rub my hands through it and i can massage my scalp...like when you rubs a guys hair. Would i look like a boy? And it grows back..right...I just don't know. Everyone else says to do it but i am SO scared. Its not there hair or their life. But i think i could do it, i could rock it. will i miss my ponytail...Probably not, i can never find a rubber band it pull it up anyways. HA...as a wait for my phone call i think about my hair

I BLOG BECAUSE AT TIMES MY HAIR GROWS AND MY PHONE ISN'T RINGING

**as a side note.. for the people that do call me and hang out with me... i welcome that.. don't stop..its just at times..well that a whole other blog.. you get what i am saying.. Continue to be there for me a put me out the door to do stuff.. i welcome it and love it. I LOVE MY FRIENDS