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Ahhh, you thought I found true love just in time for NYE or a subsitute for the night, NAHHHHHHHHHH!! Just like I expected, I’m entering the new year single ! So after, a huge argument with Mother and staying up until 5am looking for an apartment and devising a plan to stack cake & peace out for the summer…I decided my account had dwindled and I needed to attend a free NYE event and spiritual one, church.

I did it to bring in the 2007 NY and it was an enriching experience. I finally got up the strength to let go of the relationship that kept me captive in bondage. It wasn’t physically abusive but emotionally the whole experience f*cked me up for a long time, even still this day of course the experience has made some changes for both the better and worse. After sleeping in, *B-more hits me on BBm short for BlackBerry messenger, talking about let’s go out and that money wasn’t an issue, so of course I went through the song & dance about my sadness & brokeness, hahaha I know it’s not a word, by anyhow, the peer pressure became overwhelming and I succumbed to it. So I decided to get dressed and put on something new to feel better and I did, after laughing and assisting *B-more shopping and getting our BlackBerry merlot to pregame before the party. I played my new momentary anthem J. Foxx “Blame it” as I sipped Chardonnay, got dressed, and talked to Philly on AIM. A multi-tasker, I knooooww.

So I go to *B-more’s house to pick her up and we’re set. Okay, we’re teachers and we’re not cheap but this isn’t Philly, NY, Baltimore, or DC. It’s the small wonder, the first state, Delaware. We hit up the 1 NYE event, they wanted $50, ughh HELL NO, so we chilled in the car to see how many other people would walk away and in true form, once the bouncer rolled that $50 off his tongue, the other patrons followed suit behind us. So like Philly, Delaware changes bars & club names faster than you can say onomatopoeia…lmao and we hit up the spot not too far from Trolley, well these cl0wnz wanted $75 to get in, and you know we weren’t paying that. So instead, I head out to 95 and I forgot to turn my lights on, no seat belt, and on my phone tellin my Neighbor, how DE clubs think the natives are desperate to party, and over in the other lane the boys in blue tell me to turn on my lights. I almost died, I was buzzed but not enough for him to think I was drinking and I blamed *B-more the whole way to Papa John’s, lmao. Yeah and the server at PJs looked pissed, we placed our orders and sat our sad asses down.

Now here’s the part you’ve been waiting for:

I’m kind of confused because I thought it was NYE and not April fools. This old clown got my ass. He sounded dumb and country first off so I felt bad, I was sitting down, he was standing, the first thing I saw was his field worker jeans & boots, and I later found out he laid pipes, and while I’m off the subject, with my dirty mind, I felt there was some sexual connotation to that line (I lay pipes) eww..dirty old man. So anyway, he proceeds to tell me how he’s from FLA and he wants to make sure his paycheck is okay and if I could add it up in my BB on the calculator…okay my first look was yeah the fuck right, but he eyes pleaded with please so I said ughh ok. So I’m adding deductions from the paycheck stub and it adds up right, but there’s also new deductions for healthcare! Why after all of that this bum, tells me he used that as an excuse to talk to me and figure out were city girls smarter than country girls, but it’s not true cause all black women are smart. He also told me that he made more than schoolteachers and principals and some other bullshit, but I’m the type that knows its bullshit and lead you to think I’m actually believing it, he didn’t know he was talking to a schoolteacher, so I just smiled because I saw the hourly rate and it wasn’t THAT impressive..so then he says to me, referring to *B-more who has a babyface and traded her BCBGs for flats when she realized we weren’t going no where, “is that your daughter?”, I looked at him in horror, now I know I look older, at least 26, but not old enough for a teenaged daughter (*B-more is 22 also), hell nooooooooo, then he says just kidding, I knew it wasn’t, and I pretty much ignored his dirty ass and he walked away..

Gimme the botox now please? I don’t look THAT old, I just carry myself in a much more mature manner, so can I hook a mature man and not these guys I consider phone buddies, where are the 27+ y.o. guys? Maybe, my Mentor will hook me up with some of his friends.

LMAO<< probably NOT.

So anyway, I brought in the NY with *B-more eating Papa Johns hahaha..and so they say the person you bring in the NY with, will be the person you’ll be with for the rest of the year, hahaha the Kelly to my Beyonce, haha love you girl..

Happy New Year!!!!!!!

Oh yeah, I’m still vibin to Love Jones soundtrack, here’s something sweet for you: