I suppose I should blog it. Just because otherwise I won't be able to get around it. Or over it. Or through it. Or whichever one of those terms describes it best. Just understand, my few faithful blog readers, that this shit is NOT to be commented on. I don't care how close we are, how long we've been friends, how much I love you, if I get a convo that starts with anything closely resembling, "So whats up, I read your blog." That WILL be the end of our association. If you think I'm playing you should try me. I need to make an example out of somebody anyway.

Blah.

Lets start with Sunday night/Monday morning. I didn't get to bed till 3:30-4ish. Woke up at 7 so, safe to say, I was mad sleepy. Worked from 10:15-5. Went to the bookstore, Edan called on my way home, asking to chill. I'm like whatever. He wanted to watch Little Shop of Horrors. No big deal. So I come home, change clothes, he comes, we leave or whatever. It was all good. A typical night for us. He got me some food, I wasn't hungry....


You know what? No. I don't even feel like tellin this story anymore. Some things just don't need to be said. As far as the parts that you should know:

He's moving to Pittsburgh or however you spell it for a month on September 8th. He put in his two weeks at Regal so he won't be working there anymore when he gets back.

I'm considering taking the semester off school. Maybe just do a couple night classes somewhere, but I'm not even tryna do this full time anymore. Its all good, cus that means I can work more, &+ save more, &+ have more, &+ stuffs.

& somebody tell me another good Macy Gray joint other than that "I Try", cus i swear, I've never heard her do anything worth doing, besides that.

Oh, &+ just in case you missed it, just because I ain't tell you the story, DOES NOT mean that you can get in my box, or text/call me on some "so what happened?" type bullshit. NIGGANOTALICKOFYOURDAMNBUSINESS. how bout that?

ehh.

-A.

edit

Just occurred to me that some of yall niggas think too hard. No, the title of the blog has absolutely nothing to do with the story that I didn't tell you. For the record. The song was just stuck in my head.