Okay, Lets talk about new years eve. Ol girl I was supposed to go clubbing with? Text me Wednesday morning and said she was broke and that she "didn't wanna go tonight anyway cus it was New Years Eve so it would be hella crowded." Silly me for thinking that was kinda the point. So anyway. I was at work Wednesday afternoon/evening, but I was pissed cus I didn't wanna spend my first legal New Years Eve sitting at the house watching Fly Me to the Moon with my little brother and my mom like we do every fucking year. That shit was most definitely irking me. So I started sending texts out, && guess who came through? That's right, my good ol bottom bitch Monica. Love that kid. I called my mom to tell her I was going out && that it would make more sense if I just stayed the night. SHe said that was fine && she'd see me later. I'm thinking damn, this eighteen thing is not a joke, she's never said no shit like that before. I was kinda pumped about it.

I got off work at 9, they were in the parking lot waiting. They took me home to change, we hit the party at ten. It was mad lame, white people and their fucking music, yo. It was monstrous. This girl got like a 20oz coke bottle full of gin && shit like that was gonna last anybody. Everybody just kinda stared at her. Shit was boring so me && Monica started talking shit to liven it up. By the time we left everybody was laughing and having a good old fashioned time, but that didn't make it any less of a lame ass party.

So Monica's mom picks us up, && we went to Taco Bell cus they were like the only place open, we got our little food, && then they swung by the condos they're gonna move into cus they're down the street from my job && shit. Okay. I text my mom on some extra late happy new year type stuff. She asks me when I'm coming home, I'm like tomorrow, before the baby's party. SHe freaks out && calls me. I'm like huh? Apparently there was a misunderstanding, she thought i'd be coming home late/early, not that I wouldn't be coming home at all. I was trying to calm her down, like okay mom, its cool. I'll come home. I was about to tell Ms. Cynthia, Monica's mom, that I needed to go home, when my mother proceeded to get a lil attitude with me, talkin bout some damn "No, there's no way for you to get home now, the buses aren't running and I'm not coming to get you from anywhere so whatever Ashley do what you want I"ll see you in the morning." And she hung up on me! Pshhhhh okay! So we went back to Monica's where I changed into my PJS. It was warm in the house so I was just wearing some shorts && a tank. We were sitting in front of the couch drinking smirnoff ices, when Amanda, MOnica's sister called. She was hella drunk, && needed us to go get her. All good. I didn't feel like putting my clothes back on so I grabbed a blanket && some house slippers && we were gone.

Manda was stoooopid drunk. Like...she tried to open the door while the car was still moving drunk. Like talking in all caps drunk. "MAMA I WASN'T TRYNA GET OUT I JUS WANTED TO SEEE WHAT'D HAPPPENNNNNN!!!" She was sooooo funny. SHe rolled the window down && was tryna flirt with the cops....across the street. Loud ass. && She spent the whole ride complainin about how somebody spilled red wine all over her hoodie and there was NO WINE anywhere on her. lol then she was hungry, so we pulled into Shari's (its like Denny's but the foods not as good. BUt its 24 hrs) across the street from Monica's house. I had to pee so me, Monica & Manda went in && Ms. Cynthia stayed out front with the car. Now, I'm ghetto as hell so I took my blanket with me into the establishment, and we were pretty much acting a fool coming out of the bathroom and there, sitting in that awkward ass booth directly across from the women's bathroom door, was Pablo. Do y'all remember Pablo? I switch dudes so fast I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't. Just know, he was once one of my dudes. I thought he was in arkansas. I mean, not that I'd have expected to see him in Shari's across the street from MOnica's either way but....wow.

Lucky for me, I was drunk enough to not be embarrassed, but not drunk enough to be embarrassing. I said hi, smiled, we made small talk for a minute, && then I took my ass back to the car while MOnica && MAnda ordered the food. He then starts texting me, while he's talking to Monica (Me && Ms. Cynthia can see him through the window, we're talking about how cute he is) and then MOnica starts texting me telling me that he's asking about me. Okay? And THEN! Manda drunk ass comes out of nowhere looking evil "WHO ARE YOUUUUUUUUUU??? NO NO NO YOU NEEDA MOVE UP OF MY SISTER THOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He laughs it off, she's drunk. That was awkward enough to last the night, so we get back in the car, he knocks on the window and tells me goodnight or whatever. Okay. Fuck outta here.

(Keep in mind this nigga just came from church, so he's all suited, and I'm in my pjs and a damn Dallas Cowboys blanket, I was heated)

Manda gets in the car and all the sudden starts giggling uncontrollably. "ASHLEY!!!! HE IS CUTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! YOU SHOULDA TOLD ME ABOUT HIM. HE'S SEXY. I NEED ME ONE OF THOSE!" We're like, Manda you && Kenny have been together for four years. She's like "YEAH, YEAH, BUT I NEED ME ONE OF THOSEEEEEEEEEEEE"

And that was the end of the night. Nothing at all interesting has happened since then. MY eyes are hella struggling with this whole staying open thing. I'm going to take my leave now children. School's back tomorrow. Son of a bitch. AND! Effectively adding insult to injury, its STILL motherfucking snowing. Not the business in any way shape or form.

Okay but I'm leaving forreal.

Happy New Year
-A.