Nappin like a baby.

Everyday I go home. I read alil math and then miraculously I end up deeply unconscious.

I've been sleepin in these mini ass comas. I shall blame it on the weather, as every other explanation would be very inconvenient at this juncture. I've had dates everyday and I've fallen asleep every fuckin night. Knocked tha fuck out. Today, I am going to an Eastern Star Fund raising thingy and then I have dinner plans.

I did most of my Christmas shopping and at this point, I'm about to take a fuckin shower, and haul ass to this Eastern Star event. I see my future shaping into directions that I didn't anticipate. It seems that changes are to be made and rather than fight them, I should go with the flow.

Part of me is wondering what 2009 will bring. My birthday is coming and last year.... mostly insane, I must say. I am a New Years baby so New Years eve is always alil insane.

Here is the blog that I wrote to commemorate my birthday last year:

Dear Sweet Blessed Infant Baby Jesus,

Thank you for guiding me into the land of all that is unholy and hateful, the state they call Virginia, and sweeping me away safely.

Last night, off break I saw a Phantom. This would not be notable as I know NOTHING of cars, but the license plate said DSGB and I almost crashed my fuckin car. I do miss and love them Down South Georgia Boys! You don’t see shit like that around here too often so I was mad siced.

Thanks to Eve for congratulating me on turning 21 all over again.
Lets start counting backwards from now on and when I get to be 18, we can start counting up again.

Thanks to those people who tried to get me to take birthday shots
I TURNED 25 NOT 19. NO! BOO! NO! Barely made it home as it is. WTF!

Thank you for the guy who dropped down on the floor and did tha fucking worm. THE FUCKING WORM.

Thank you for the the guy who calmed me down when I was annoyed after the 40 year old bleach blonde w/ the Enormous Fake Boobs (big as my head) got mad at me because her 30 year old boyfriend was tryin to fuck me.
I feel like this:
If your man says he wants to fuck me, my dog and my dog’s cousin (literally),
I feel like:
1. You should be mad at him not me
&
2. We have bigger issues here than just infidelity.
Bestiality should be your main concern.
Who just out tha fuckin blue says they are down to fuck not 1, but 2 dogs?
CHECK YA BOY, AND WATCH YOUR DOGS!

Thanks for allowing me the opportunity to hold someone drunks hair back.

Thanks for that last hard cider and the drunken “biological predisposition to smoking" convo

Thanks for letting me leave with 5 bottles of alcohol.
I am fucking stocked up now. I got Jack Daniels, Captain Morgan (the white and the brown), DEWARS(yay scotch), and a bottle of champagne. I suspect there is a beer in my trunk as well.

Thanks for helping me to not sleep in my bathroom.

Thanks for the numerous text, phone call, voicemail, facebook, myspace and email love

Thanks for helping me to not get arrested
(I am DUI rubber, you are DUI glue; DUIs bounce off of me and stick onto you.)

Thanks for allowing me to know retarded people who know I'm a lush and make allowances for my drunkenness
(How tha fuck I had a 20 minute conversation callin dude tha wrong fuckin name? Seriously and he was straight wit it, like “It’s whatev. What you doing”)

Thanks for those who knew my old ass and love my new one a lot more.
What a difference 10 pounds can make. I think Imma keep it.

Thanks for my catch phrase of the day:
"Fuck you! Its my Motherfuckin birthday. Hell to tha naw."
Anytime you have a question that starts off “Can I” “Can you” “Can’t we Just” ;
FUCK NO. ITS MY MOTHERFUCKIN BIRTHDAY. No you can't. No I wont. No we will not. Say it with me!

Thanks for the 9 am clarity that I reached this morning, where it all made sense.

The answer is this: I am making the same mistakes with the same people, but rather than expecting different results I have no expectations and am enjoying the mistakes a WHOLE LOT MORE.

Thank you Blessed Sweet Infant Baby Jesus for making this all possible.

In the all powerful words of the fabulous one and only Andre 3000:

"What time is it?
7:48?
Where Where Where are my where are my panties?
Oh my god where are my panties?
What? I don't..
He gon' think I'm a hoe
Fuck that I liked it
I was drunk and it was my birthday anyway
Maybe I should just lay here and let him touch my booty"

THANKS ANDRE aka Dre aka Possum Allawishes Jenkins Andre 3000
(If I find you, Imma rub up on your plaid, try and wear your Kangol and attempt to live in your lap!)

I PARTY LIKE A ROCKSTAR (fuck like a porn star)…. My head hurts.
YAY!!!! 25!!!!
Older?-Yes,
Wiser?-Questionable

Yeah. So this year, perhaps it will be a lil less insane. or perhaps it will be Just as crazy. I've been tired lately so who really knows. Maybe I'll just fall asleep....