* Spent alot of my week dealing with the "Man" who continues to make life a stress after his return from Florida. Sometimes I wonder if there has to be something better than this. When so many of my friends are seeking men, why is it I am running away from them?
* I also pissed off one of my boss' at work, MrSlick, when my report critized one of his boys and his department for the losses as a result of the mortgage meltdown. Like they needed to me to tell them that the staggering housing market would be a cost us pretty.
* And through it the whole week of drama, I find myself still distracted and thinking of Pretty Eyez. I wonder how it can be to think of someone you hardly know, probably have little in common with and only had one encounter with. All I do know is that I decided to stay away from him. Really.
* "Mamma 2tone" made her appearance in the city this week, took me and the "Man" out for lunch and ended the day by buying me my new CK jacket and "the Man" yet another pair of jeans. Left me wondering 2 things - how many fuckin jeans do you need? And who will be upset more if things go south with "the Man", us or my Mamma?
* Nervously, met with a ghost from the past, I'll call him "Flippa", who was in town on business and had dinner. The mere sight of him got me going, and after a few drinks, he was up to his old tricks. Lucky me, these days I am preoccupied with someone else and managed to escape with just some making out in the back of a cab. On the way home, I found it ironic that I just walked away from a guy I once would've stabbed my best friend for.
* Got into an testy exchange with my friend, lets call him "Obamakin", who as you may guess is an Obama disciple. He asked me about his speech on race and I made a comment about his "throwing his grandmamma under the bus" which didn't go over well. I guess no sense of humor. But seriously, although it was a nice speech (like most of his) it touched on little new ground and did little to silence his critics. (note - I am already happy with the election because any three of the candidates is a hella lot better than what we have in there now).
* I also pissed off one of my boss' at work, MrSlick, when my report critized one of his boys and his department for the losses as a result of the mortgage meltdown. Like they needed to me to tell them that the staggering housing market would be a cost us pretty.* And through it the whole week of drama, I find myself still distracted and thinking of Pretty Eyez. I wonder how it can be to think of someone you hardly know, probably have little in common with and only had one encounter with. All I do know is that I decided to stay away from him. Really.
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