Even when he's NOT on my mind.

So this morning I'm searching for some reasonable car insurance.  I've already lapsed a month and I was leaning towards Geico or Progressive, a 6-month policy to hold me over till I get another 3-point annual safe-driving deduction.  Then I remembered this spot NJCure.  I did their online quote, they quoted $780 for 12 months, I usually pay $2500 a year (my record is, ehhh).  So I call to complete the process, she's asking me routine questions and the next thing I know she's like, "Who is Benito Hobbs?"  I was stunned to silence.  I was like a friend of mine.  She explained his name came up cause he got a ticket while driving my car.  Man oh man, I thought I was in the twilight zone 4real!  Even when we're not really in each other's lives, we're in each other's lives.  Dammit man.

NJ Knights

This is my favorite poem that I've ever written:

I can't.

It's finally happened.  I've reached my B.S. limit.  I can't be bothered anymore.  Niggaz who smoke, I'm walking the other fucking way.  It's not negotiable anymore.  Poor Robert.  Everything he does, he has to smoke first.  Now, before I even TRY to like a guy, I need to know if he smokes first.  TRAGEDY.

Ed.

So that's the name of my great grandfather on my father's side.  Ed Arnold.  And apparently he had big plans for his grandchildren.  My great Uncle Ronald recently moved to GA, and sold his home in Elizabeth, his father's home.  In the will, it is said that his grandchildren all receive some portion of the sale monies.  I'm my father's sole heir (as my Grammy so eloquently stated) and apparently could be coming into a little something.  What a shocker for the new year.  I'll let you know how it all pans out.  But knowing Uncle Ronald, I'll probably get like $5!

My Hot Thing...

I met someone on New Year's.  His name is Robert.  He's a nice guy.  Hard working, a gentleman (he's originally from down south), pays for shit (we went on a real live date New Year's day: IHOP then to play pool, and he ain't eeeven try to let me win, psh)!  We've kicked it a couple times and last night was nice (no sex in the champagne room, not after the Lenny fiasco, need to have space between the two) but just a lot of heat...he's a keeper for now.  We have a lot of strange things in common.  His b-day is Feb. 23, mines is the 12th, he named his first car Mister I named mine Misty.  He used to have an Ac 3.5 too!  And he likes my pussy -

cat Whiskers.

 

 

Gotcha! (Get your mind out the gutter, I mean really.)

Why I haven't blogged about Benito.

Well...that's simple.  Because I haven't heard from his ass since...(looking at calendar) Dec. 19th.  I called him for Christmas & New Year's.  No answer.  Whatever-the-fuck-ever.  I'm so glad I've discovered Feist b/c some of her song lyrics are more prophetic than any poetry I could pen.

Let It Die by Feist

Let it die and get out of my mind
We don't see eye to eye
Or hear ear to ear

Don't you wish that we could forget that kiss ?
And see this for what it is
That we're not in love

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start

It was hard to tell just how I felt
To not recognize myself
I started to fade away

And after all it won't take long to fall in love
Now I know what I don't want
I learned that with you

The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
The tragedy starts from the very first spark
Losing your mind for the sake of your heart
The saddest part of a broken heart
Isn't the ending so much as the start
 
You know I've been trying to let it die, you're all invited to the funeral.

What a Week.

What a week.  Monday my "brother" pushed the envelope, Tuesday I registered to vote! Wednesday I holed up in the house like Bin Laden.  Thursday, well Thursday my " brother" came by and apologized for Monday. also my ex Lenny came by and I was a major whore.  Yes we finally had sex.  Well let me tell you.  What a comedy of errors.  Anything that could go wrong did, after 1/2 hour of four-play, neither of us had condoms & he had to get dressed and go to the corner store, he couldn't get erect cause he hasn't used them in 5 years, he sat on the wrapper (those Magnum ones are quite sharp), I mean it was the most awkward and unpleasant sex I've had in eons.  We finally just gave up.  & worst, worst of all, when we turned the lights on, he had a big ass hickey on his neck.  Instead of him being upset I was, he was consoling me!  He joked, well if I she breaks up w/ me, you and I can get back together.  NOT funny.  You know what I told him, I said what did we learn tonight?  He said condoms are not my friend, and I said, and neither are other women!  This fiasco made me realize how bad I am at indiscretion.  How many showers does it take to get to the center of shame and guilt?  I'll let you know.  TGIF.

Horror Scope

"If something confusing is starting to build between you and another person, don't try and fight it today. Even if you know this is definitely not what you want, one more day of experiencing it won't hurt anybody. Try this new thing on for size -- not to see if it fits, but to see why you don't like the way it feels. This is a wonderful opportunity for you to figure out what you don't want your life to be, and how you can avoid letting it get that way."

That's what my Yahoo Astrology forecast said for today.  I paid it no mind because I didn't leave the house till about 8pm.  Then my brother (good guy friend) Don called saying he wanted to come by.  Ok cool.  But our relationship has been strained ever since I realized he is really trying to make it a physical relationship.  No no no.  I'm trying to be the voice of reason here.  I'm trying to save our friendship because that's what I value most.  He wasn't trying to hear it.  He was so aggressive and stubborn and finally he left because I kept refusing to go there with him.  He talking bout can I hold you....psh.  So he leaves and asks if he can come back and stay over.  I say only if you stop trying stuff.  He says fine then I'm not coming back, I WANT YOU!  Oh jeezuz.  I'm so not beat for this.  WHY Lord.  Why can't you get credit for thinking with your head sometimes.  Then when I came back upstairs and reviewed my horoscope, that's wtf it said.  I had to roll my eyes.

Oh My Damn

Diddy sold his soul to MTV.  I mean is this nigga serious?!  He's coming back with ANOTHER Making The Band.  This black summabitch gon' have Danity Kane, Sure Shot and the white boy Danny all in the same house fighting it out to make their albums.  If I was any of those suckers, I would head for the hills.  All of their credibility is going to be shot AND they sure as hell ain't gonna be stars.  Diddy, you's a dirty dog.  Diddy boppin' all over their hopes and dreams...shame.

And then.

I saw a preview for ANOTHER damn Rambo movie.  How old is Sylvester Stallone?  LET IT GO.  Jeez.  No man can live off of plastic surgery alone.

I'm sure I've seen some other people that are reaching already this new year.  But these two have taken the proverbial cake tonight.  Remember Da Band.  Learn from the past people!