B4 you swear up and down that I am bitter, I just wanna say that I am not! But what the hell is with these soap opera stars? Why must they kiss like that? Kissing scenes in soap operas just make me go arrrggghhhhh!!! The sound of the kiss…. the looks on their faces… the moans… the groans… shut the hell up!!! I don’t know why, they just make me sick to my stomach. I don’t wanna see it; I don’t wanna hear it… nothing! I bet you’re wondering why I watch soap operas right? Well, I don’t. My mother does. It seems like she won’t feel complete without watching Days Of Our Lives and Passions on NBC Daytime. Days Of Our Lives seems 2 have a kissing scene every 5 minutes; what the hell is that? Somebody betta warn them b4 I charge o!
My gum hurts and I don’t know why. I hope I’m not growin another tooth because I am too old 4 this. I know I am damn too old 4 this. Besides, I coulda sworn I already have a complete set. I am in no mood to keep sending my tongue on errands to find out what lies on my gum. The yeye tongue sef doesn’t even know.
Mehn, I wish my four year old nephew was here; I woulda made him stand on my back. I love it when he does so; it is soooooo nice! Sometimes I make him count the hair on my head. Poor boy. It feeels so good when someone is pulling my hair (especially the hair in the middle of my big head) gently. Of course he can’t actually count all my hair (who can?), but somehow, he always tells me I have 30… or is it 20? No, I think it’s 30 hairs. Funny kid, he is. I also love when someone is putting hair creme on my scalp or just rubbing my scalp gently. God, I love it! Well, that would be part of my husband’s job description – whenever I marry him, of course.
I still haven’t fully recovered from the lack of sleep I had yesterday, so I’m gonna get up and get my ass right back to bed. I love sleep, don’t I? I’m gonna go make a long distance call, then I’m gonna go 2 bed. I need 2 call my cousin, Nachi in Nigeria. He has been flashin’ me all day. I bet you he will have no reason 2 be flashin me. He’s probably doin it just 2 say hi.
What can I do? He just can’t get enough of me, but then again, who can? I mean, look @ God; the man can’t stop watching over me. I can’t say I can blame him though. He’s proud of His job well done.
But enuff ’bout me and God’s admiration of me. Wat’s up wit u? That was a rhetorical question, of course.
Bye….
