UPDATE.

Benito was released today.  After not hearing from him or knowing what the situation was since last Tuesday afternoon, he'd finally called me and said that he was picked up from his job on an old warrant from '98 that had been dismissed.  He told me people to call and what to do for bail and I surfed the net getting all the info ready to get him out the next day.  An hour later, he calls from his old cell phone and is like he's out.  Apparently this older lady from his job bailed him out.  He was happy to be out of course, telling me about his whole ordeal, how much he loved me and everyone who was concerned.  He didn't smoke for a whole week and has decided to quit cheefing...we'll see if that lasts.  Anyhow crisis averted. 

Benito is locked up.

Imagine my shock and dismay.  I dropped him to work Tuesday, he said we'd definitely hang out Wednesday because he was off and then I didn't hear from him, but didn't think much of it since it's Benito.  Come Friday morning, I get a phone call from his friend Kevin telling me that Benito told him to call me - to call his brother - to tell him to go pick him up from jail since his bail was ready.  Of course I wondered why he was in there what had happened but I figured he would tell me when he was released.  Well Friday came and went.  I called his phone that night to see if he was out and his friend Brian answered.  He tells me he had another warrant.  Now I'm like damn this is some bullshit what about his job?  And what can I really do to help him?  I feel pretty useless all Saturday and get a call early this morning from Kevin again asking if I'd heard anything else.  Naw Kev, I was hoping YOU were calling with news.  So now I feel like I have to get proactive, because Benito doesn't have A LOT of people in his life, and because I can sense that the longer he's in there the more angry and dismayed he's becoming.  I don't want a different Benito to come out of there.  I prayed for him every night, I don't even pray for myself.  I'll let you know how it pans out.

The Texting Saga

Since September when I managed to wrangle this phone away from my mother, the texting has not been working.  I've called Nextel a couple times and also visited the Sprint store.  Today I was on a mission, I went to 2 Sprint stores and two regular shops trying to either get my phone fixed or offload the piece of crap.  Nothin' doin.  So I got home, feeling utterly defeated, and finally dozed off.  I woke up like 4 this morning, and just decided to fuck with my phone some more, changing settings, removing the Sim card, etc.  Don't you know, I fixed my phone!  I should be happy, but now I'm just more pissed off.  If the solution was something as simple as the damn setting, why did no one from Nextel think to ask me what mine were?  These fucking imcompetent retards.  5 months I've spent telling people not to text me.  5 months I've had to call people who most times I'd rather text, 5 months spent out of the texting loop, all b/c Nextel can't provide proper customer service and tech support.  Imma bomb them, I swearfojefus.

Don’t stop...belieeevin’

Well, was thinking yesterday about the fact that when I reminisce over whomever (my God), that it's always the heart breaker, the player, the loser, the waste of time.  What about those nice guys that (b/c I'm a glutton for punishment) never had a chance.  Many a time I've had a guy actually try to court me, want to spend time, be polite and affectionate, and it's mostly made me uncomfortable.  How fucked up is that?  Yea partially maybe the chemistry wasn't there, and I'm not one to force something unnatural, but also I just can't stand the sappiness of it all.  I'm more of a jokester, that's what warms me to someone, being able to laugh and kid and be sarcastic, and quote movies and be witty.  That's natural.  Yet and still, I have decided to try to be more open to the nice guy, it's not his fault he hasn't learned how to be an asshole.

In other news, I finally have to get a job, 4real, all those other times I said it were warm-ups, but I have until the beginning of March to be back in the work force, ugh.

I also need to go to a good party.  But I haven't been feeling so hot lately, like not sexy at all, like what?  You want me to dress up, nigga please.  So Imma work on that.

I just started on another of my resolutions, to read more.  I'm well into a book called The Witch of Portabello by Paulo Coehlo.  Good stuff. 
Lastly, Willy from MTB4 is MARRIED.  I'm so through w/ that show now, did they think I was watching it for Quanell and his pink ass lips (ughhh), or stingy-braid havin Brian???? No.  Fortunately Project Runway is about to get to the good stuff, the final 3 and fashion week.

That is all for now.