Saturday, December 07, 2002

I was gonna be all bitchy in this installment, but I decided against it. It's never pretty. I'm glad I was scheduled to work today. The only thing about that was I had to work. It continually boggles my mind that my Mom has done this for 32 years. I've been at this since June and dislike it muchly. But the money is good. When you think about it, the difference between Mom and myself is that she actually likes this. Get in where you fit in, y'all. If you wanna be an accountant, ditchdigger, porn star -whatever- go for it.

I'm one to talk. I can barely psych myself out of a chair.

Well, it's official. I'm a pussy.
I was just remembering a scene from Titanic, the film my girlfriend and I saw on our 2nd date, and a film I'm pretty certain I'll never see again. Y'all remeber that scene when Rose and Jack are(dare I say)making love in a car, and Rose says, "put your hands on me, Jack"? While I was working today, I was like, Wow, that's like sexy and romantic at the same time.
If black men could blush.
I've given myself bonus pussy points for remembering that Oprah liked that scene a lot.

I'm off to the opposite corner of the room to weep bitterly.

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