Uhm....what's good lil white blogger box? Long time. And hey, all you nondescript, blog lurking individuals who read my blog without ever taking the time out to let me know you read my blog. How've yall been? My relationships with yall have also been lacking. The worlds been gray lately. Conversation suffers first in a gray world. Nobody wants to talk about much, cus nobody wants to complain. And the people that do talk a lot are complaining, so no one wants to talk to them. Shame, right? Welp, thats the way the cookie crumbles. Oooh, cookies. Moving on.

Thanksgiving on Thursday. What? What?! Anybody else getting hungry just thinking about it? I am, for diggity damn sure. Macaroni and cheese. My mom bought duck this year. Turkey, ham, and duck. The white people are starting to get to her, cus I told her I don't know not one nigga [in all of niggadom] who had duck for Thanksgiving. But its cool. I have to work Thanksgiving morning. You may think thats lame, but I'm cool with it. All I do on Thanksgiving is wake up early and wait six hours for the food to be ready anyway. Now, during that six hours I'd normally be desperately hungry and browsing myspace, I'll be feeding greedy fat white people mass quantities of popcorn, and can anyone say time and a half? Oh yes. Life is good in the hood.

Bruce just called me. No bluetooth and its hard to talk and type at the same time, but I just put him on speaker so I"m back. All sorts of sixteen minutes later. What was I saying? Oh yea.

I really thought I was big pimping when I went on my LA trip. I've been broke as a gotdamn joke since I've been back. my bank account is overdrawn forty two dollars and I have about 77 cents to my name. I get paid this Friday. So now you see why I'm picking up every available shift at my job. I can't take that poorness. Being broke is not in my genetic make up. Selling off my Coach purses in the meantime. I have four. Three of them are up for sale. Anybody interested? I'm selling em hella cheap. I'll charge you shipping though. Nothings free in this world my loves.

There is nothing else for me to say except that I'm no longer pleased with this blog layout. I know! I know! I said this was going to be the last one, but I honestly don't think any of you read that blog, because I covered it up so quickly, and no matter how many times you click the older posts button, you'll never find it [oooh, solve that riddle] anyway, because nobody read the blog that said I wasn't going to change the layout again after this one, there's no one to hold me to it. So there! I win. I think I'm going to bring back those lips. So it'll be the same layout, in essence, just different color scheme. Zula liked the lips. I'm always happy if Zula likes it. Or if theres another sexy eye, I'll change it to that. I don't think I'm going to do it tonight thought [which of course, means I am] I need to finish these job applications and go to sleep. I've got work and school tomorrow. But yea, I'm trying to work two jobs through the holidays. Cus the time and a half for the holiday shifts at regal, plus supplementary income from job to, plus the 1400 I'm gonna get for my birthday, plus the fact that I won't be in school from Mid January to the beginning of April means I should have a car, a decent one, by this summer. Especially if I get a better job in April, like one that pays more than minimum wage. A bitch is sick of minimum wage.

At some point I probably should've turned that into a new paragraph, but I couldn't think of where I'd do it sooooo....goodbye lovers.

-A.