uninspired babbling...

so it shocks me it's taking me this long to come around. It feels that so much has been happening but nothing has inspired me to write.

I currently have three other people living with me, soon to be four, in my one bedroom apartment. Yes we are living like a bunch of _____ (insert your favorite group of immigrants/least offensive remark here.) My brother who is working for the movie that the company that I work for is working on, my friend who just moved down here and is getting set up, my cousin who moved back here and is getting on her feet, and soon to be my mom who is coming to visit for the summer. And don't forget to throw in my 6 lb obnoxious chihuahua. Maybe the reason why I haven't found the energy to write, is my house is keeping me pretty busy....and I'm still recovery from Italy's loss in the Euro cup....

In other news...I am going back to school. Yay. Going to Georgia State for Graphic Design. Let's see how long this lasts. Transferred my Associates in General Studies, which as we know- is generally worth nothing, they accepted all but one semester sooooo....I'm pretty excited. Let's see how long this excitement lasts. No more being a loser for me.

In oh that kinda news...Jay still sucks. What else is new. We've been seeing alot more of each other which as you know in the long run makes me as happy as a collection notice. His two friends told me he was proposing to me. In my drunken stupor, and yes, I mean STUPOR, I asked him about it....totally denied it. And then like J always does says that if he did say it....would it really matter, blah blah fuckery. He then proceeded to re-request me on facebook. He sucks.

Unfortunately the only way to get over one piece of nasty penis is to go out and find another rotten one. So I have a this only happens to me story. I meet this really cute guy at this place I go to every Friday. He gives me the same ol same ol. How gorgeous I am. And he's in graduate school, and he's got his own place, and a job. I nearly shit a brick when he said he didn't have any kids. So I'm excited....and later that week I'm telling my girl about him. Then her face starts to change. She says hmmm....that sounds familiar... he's from Brooklyn...he wears a Yankees fitted? His name is? We both pull out our cell phones.... Needless to say... the numbers were the same. I know you aren't supposed to meet men in the club but really...where can you meet somebody? The grocery store? I mean my gynecologist is kinda hot but who can take anybody seriously who's named Dr. Handy...seriously.

Pray for me y'all.