Oh Dear

My reality dreams would come true if Flava and NY were to marry and Santino of Project Runway fame was charged with designing her dress. Alas, life isn’t fair.

So uh, today is Monday. I have a list of things I could’should be doing. I’m debating if I will meet a friend for lunch in the city. Don’t you just love how I called DC ‘the city’? Doesn’t it make it sound like such a delicious place. The city.

I was talking to someone I’ve known forever. Someone whose number I’d erased. But since I’ve known him for so long, I know his mother’s home number by heart. And that’s where he was calling from. The first time he called was Friday. I was out with friends. Then on Sunday this guy called me again. I told him where my friends and I had been on Friday. Was it wrong of me to tell him that he needs not ever step a Timberland covered foot in any of the establishments I frequent? Was it wrong of me to tell him that he and I don’t travel in the same circles because he likes to go t places where the patrons have nothing to lose? You know the types. Baby mommas? Men whose only concern in life is paying their cell phone bill?? Naw. I can’t be around those types. Simply because if some shyt can go down, when it does, they often show limited restraint. Why? Beause they have nothing to lose.

On Saturday I overheard a conversation between a girl in Detroit and her ex. To make a long story short, he called her every name but the one her mother’d given her. She did the same to him. While she spoke to me on her cell, she played the numerous messages he’d left on her home phone. She’d assured me she’d left just a foul messages on his. She thought it cute. I thought it funny but in a sad way. It would never occur to me to speak to someone that way. Especially someone I’d been with. And it occured to me that nobody I’d ever been with would string together such filth and fling it upon me.

I find some people need ‘urban’ drama in their relationships. They need to curse eachother out, break cell phones, and punch holes in drywall. That’s not how I roll. As a matter of fact, I admit to being intrigued by such behavior but absolutely unwilling to participate.

Humh. I have absolutely nothing to write about. I am going to just log off and go do what I’m supposed to be doing. Gosh knows the list is long. How was your weekend?