Did you know I fall asleep at night with a smile on my face, because I think about you?

Anyways, the fucking superbowls tomorrow!! =] Steelers, It's gonna be the Steelers. Fuck what you think, listen to what I say. Steelers. Now that we've got that out the way.

Man y'all remember like last year when I used to go to my TT's house after church on Sundays && fuck with arvon? Lol tomorrow we're going over there for a superbowl party, && its gonna be my first time seeing him since then. I honestly haven't seen Arvon in almost a year. I used to be so gone off that boy. Maybe if he wasn't so damn sexy...

Moving on.

Bruce called me tonight, he needed me to revise a paper he wrote or something. I was in the middle of something, seriously, like I wasn't even just blowing him off, so I told him to call me back in half an hour. He didn't, so I guess it wasn't that important. Hope he doesn't call me tomorrow cus I'm hella not answering the phone.

Speaking of revising papers, today, my best friend sent off her last college app. Spelman. If she gets in anywhere, I'm going to feel a personal sense of accomplishment. And no, not that "my friend got into college" sense of pride. Real, deep, personal accomplishment. Why? 'Cause I wrote every single one of her personal statements, && every last scholarship essay. University is going to be a breeze after dealing with this bitch. I always find it amazing how many people I've gotten through high school and into college, but it took me four and a half years to get out of high school my damn self. Backwards, maybe? Possibly? I think so, yeah.

So my friend Kenston, from work, he was talking to me today about how he's never had real fried chicken, && he was wondering how it was different from like Kentucky Fried Chicken. I don't know what came over me, but I couldn't have it. I called my mom, && told her to get him a chicken dinner from the church, cus we're doing a fundraiser. So I brought it back up to the theater after I got off work, && left it in the fridge for him. He sent me a text awhile ago like Kentucky ain't even in the same range as that. I tried to tell him. lmao, KFC forreal? Come on now.

Work fucking sucked. I think I'm coming down with something. I'm so sleepy all the damn time. Like I can't keep a though for more than a few minutes, which makes it really hard to work. But whatever. I'm done talking. My fingers are tired && shit.

-A.