Tuesday, August 29, 2006
posted by thee modern isis at 11:35 AM

I don't even know what to title this thing. It's going to be a load of me rambling about whatever I can think of while I'm working on Masta's field *looks around*. I have been given the greenlight to write.. so here I am.. thanks Tenacious! lol

Ok.. so Saturday I was going to see my brother at his baseball banquet. He had his little uniform on to receive this first ever trophy's.. mind you.. these little things look like alluminum foil stapled to blocks of marble.. but he loves them all the same. *shrugs* My aunt of course thinks that just because she volunteered to help.. I am also. Since it was potluck themed.. everyone (almost) brought a dish to share. My grandma baked about 3 sour cream pound cakes and what did I bake/cook you ask? Not a damn thing. I wasn't in the mood but I did drop a good 2 dollars on some foam bowls courtesy of Family Dollar.

So I'm looking extra cute.. with my burnt sienna and beige sandals, my tweed tan gaucho's and my sienna "Define Boyfriend?" shirt. Gotta love it. So she asks me to help cut up and distribute the dessert. Ok.. Ok.. I help. So I get some of those cheap plastic gloves and commence to mean mugging and slapping peach cobbler into bowls. Another baseball mom was there with me.. she's madd cool, she's dressed cute also so we're laughing it up like 2 childhood friends. We get the random shouts from the father's talking about, "Damn, got ya'll 2 sweet things serving desert!." We laughed and kept it moving.. NEXT.

*Flashback* They are holding this function in the same place I went to Catho.lic Elemen.tary Sc.hool at. I'm remembering being 14 and having the lunch aids slap something that looked like peas and smelled like mystery meat onto my foam sectioned plate while they threw a 2% carton of milk, a spork set and hollared, "NEXT!!!"

lmao why did I feel like the lunch aide.. minus the hair net.. cause um.. a sista wasn't going out like that. I was looking too cute and it was not possible to have a hair net on and still giving the "look" to the random guys that showed up to support their family.

So I'm slinging sheet cake, pie's, peach cobbler and I'm laughing because I simply HATE peach cobbler. I am not a fan so it smelled like death warmed over. I instantly remember that um.. I didn't get my plate and the good food will be gone so I do a mad dash over to the table with a take-out box to fill my plate and I notice something. It looks like mashed potatoes with chives but somethin ain't quite right. I tap my aunt like, " What's that?" She tells me some lady made a big pan of rice and chives.. the rice is too cooked and it just sat in a thick mass fo white. She laughed while telling me that everyone was wanting mashed potatoes but when they discovered it was rice, everyone passed. I quickly took the sheet of rice and sat it in the kitchen, under a towel.

So as I come back and proceed to fix my carryout boxes, I notice some strange lady has taken my place as the "dessert passer outer". I shrug it off like oh well but when I go in the kitchen.. F (the cool baseball mom) is looking at me like Help. I laugh and notice that the lady is the one that brought the big sheet cake but now she finds the need to slice it and distribute it. Mind you.. I was in the process of doing that so she took over. If you all would have seen how she was slicing the damn cake.. I was in awe. We didn't have a knife, we had a plastic spatula so of course you know the cake is going to stick to the spatula. So I was cutting it out in a square and then with the other gloved hand, taking it off the spatula and sitting it on the little plates. That was the cake maintains it's appearance. THIS LADY.. was scooping it out with the spatula.. flipping it upside down so that the frosting was upside down and smearing the cake unto the plate and handing it off.

I did take culinary arts classes so ya girl can throw down.. not to mention grandma made sure I didn't go outside to play unless I baked a cake, some cookies, or something. I was the only 12 year old girl on the block that could make a sweet potato pie by scratch. So I'm remembering from the classes that when it comes to cooking and baking, presentation is everything. Not to mention I am picky as hell and if you don't care how you throw the shit on the plate.. you also don't care that I won't eat it. I was very polite and said," Excuse me ma'am.. since I was doing this first and left for a second you mind if I take over and continue." She looked at me like I spit in the cake. I backed up because I did not wanna embarrass this lady while her kids are up their getting their rinky-dink trophy's. SO I backed off... and she felt my wrath when no one ate that damn cake. I ended up throwing the one's she cut away.

I'm finally fed up with the shit.. I go back to sit down and smash on some chicken and dirty rice. Man.. that dirty rice was so good. My aunt calls for me and says," Isis.. don't you wanna help me clean up?" GOT DAMN. Why do people especially family, drag you down also? So after my little tyrant.. I tell her," whatever." At the end I get up to help clean and I'm throwing whatever away. Shit.. a pot of beans? In the trash. A saucer of vegetables? Trash. A plate of biscuits? Trash. The "cake-slasher" decides she's going to help also. Cool I think. Negative. She goes in the back and why did this heffa store 2 additional cakes in the cooler so no one could get them and she could share it with her people. I was like WDF. She proceeded to sit her fat ass down eating strawberry pie while my aunt, myself and several other mom's was cleaning up.

Never again I tell you.

*side note* I will not go to Wal.mart and watch a lady actually whip her breasts out in the lay-a-way line. Homegirl actually whipped a breast out to try on her bra's she was paying on and when the girl at the counter said," Ma'am, you can't do that." She yelled at her and replied," LIKE YOU NEVER SEEN TIDDIES BEFORE!"

I was so outdone...

Thursday, August 24, 2006
posted by thee modern isis at 9:31 AM

My parents were once married, not happily but married. They were both enlisted in the Unite.d S.tates Arm.y, to which the reason I was born in Fort Ord, California. I stayed for awhile, me and my mother while my father was off in Korea humping his latest conquest. Eventually, I got sent to my grandparents in Cleveland, Ohio while my mother was still in Cali tying up some paperwork so that she could come back. With my grandparents as my custodial guardians, they did everything birth parents did. From packing my lunches for school, to beating me down when I acted up. Even though I rarely acted up, I guess being the product of noncivilian parents.. I rarely did anything and was much to scared about what would happen if they found out. My father eventually got out of the military after only 5 years and he moved to Waynesboro, WV. My mom ended going from active duty, to Reserve, which is just like the commercial.. 1 weekend a month and a 2-week tour once a year. Life with a single mother had it's rough times and it's good times. I was highly spoiled, and never wanted for anything. I eventually went to Catholic School in 5th grade with no help from my father. My father had his own life, and later to be found out by me, another daughter. My mother worked for the government as well as the county. She worked long, hard hours and I was used to her working 3rd shift with me being transported to my grandparents house at the crack of dawn.

Before we were inseparable, I loved my mother so much. Where ever she went, I went.. people called me, her shadow. She bragged about how much I was involved in school, what honor roll certificate I brought home, my report cards.. you see.. I was a straight A student. Major work courses and reading was nothing to me. Actually, I rather enjoyed it. My mother got pregnant when I was 15 years old, birthing my baby brother, whom I love like my own. My mother was and still is battling with alcoholism. The normal ritual of my years of living with her and my brother consisted of:

* coming home from school and watching my brother, while my mother laid passed out in a pool of her own spit.
*changing the baby, giving him baths, feeding him, playing with him, caring for him while my mother was nursing a 40 ounce of beer and holding onto a 5th of jack daniels.
*cooking my own dinner, and getting the baby ready for his nap.
* my mother sobering up to go to work, leaving for her 3rd shift job.
* me being on night duty with the baby, waking up for feedings and changings
*my mother coming home around 6 a.m. while I woke up to get ready for school
*kissing the baby before I ran out of the house to catch the bus to school

Some ritual huh? In between my mother's alcoholism, she rarely paid me any attention. I got called random names of.. bitch, slut, ho, tramp, slut, stupid, dumb. I got picked on. My mother told me how much she hated me and was happy that she had another child. A child to replace me. I went to school.. glad to be away, away from the abuse. I went to school scared to tell anyone of how my mother was treating me. Mental, verbal, physical abuse.. the only one I could tell was my grandmother. You see, my grandmother is a religious woman.. and I would make her promise not to tell anytone. She never did. She listened, with words of comfort, words from her heart, words of love. Often giving me biblical passages to read.. but after awhile I got tired of praying and begging for help. I felt this was my punishment... I felt not loved by my father, my mother and worse of all.. God. For lack of a better phrase.. I lost my Faith.

I didn't want my grandmother telling my mother anything because she would hurt me if I told anyone. In between the drinking, she found comfort in different men. Different men that would come to the house and live with us. She had a thing for jamaican men.. and not just any jamaican man.. but the druglords. For some reason.. she loved them, not just the love she received from them but the wealth they brought with them. She would often buy their airline ticket to Jam.aica.. they would fly back with weight and she would chop, de-seed, and weigh it in the living room while she was holding a conversation with me. My mom ended up being a single mom that was in the military, worked for the county and a drugdealer. I was exposed to so much that alot I have forcefully blocked out of my mind.. things that a child should not go through whatsoever.

Teachers and counselors didn't know I had a mother. She never attended any meetings and never responded to letters. My grandparents bought all of my school things before I had my first job. My mother didn't see the need to buy me anything. I later got my first job as a hostess at age 16. I was a hostess at the Clevela.nd Indi.an's restaurant. A high-class membership restaurant, but it was my life. I was able to go to school then go to work and could be away from my mother for hours upon hours.

At 16, I finally went to my grandfather and begged him to help me move.. begged for him to get me out of her house. I was mentally drained, physically tired and had I tried to leave myself.. she would have probably beat me senseless. So my grandfather had me sneak my clothes and things into garbage bags, and he would move the bags to his house. This went on for months.. until I was 17. It was a March. My grandfather came over to speak with my mother.. and told her he knew how she was treating me. He said that he came to get me. My mother started screaming and saying I was lying.. I was nothing but a liar and a horrible child. My grandfather just looked at her and told her she needed help. He grabbed me by my hands and led me to the door. I looked back and finally saw my mother for what she was. She was a shell of a woman.. with tears in her eyes. She was hateful and dispicable.. but I still loved her. I looked back at her.. and when she fixed her lips to speak. I waited for what she had to say. I waited for her to hold her arms out and embrace me, tell me she was sorry for everything. Tell me she loved me so much.

I waited...

Thursday, August 17, 2006
posted by thee modern isis at 10:10 AM

Work has gone from a place I used to enjoy to a place that I could easily do without. I wonder if I could hit up the CE.O of my job and see if I could just not work and still maintain my salary? Ya think?! Naaaa.

Don't you hate when it gets really quiet in the office, you go to sit down in your leather chair and your clothing makes it sound like you just did a big nasty fart. It happened to me twice, I really didn't fart but damn.. it was the chair. No, farreal.

I took my grandmother to this grand opening of Wal.mart. We are walking down the bedsheets isle and on the endcap is a section with K.Y Jelly warming liquid. Why does my grandmother proceed to pick it up thinking it's lotion? She goes on to say that she could keep it in her purse for church. Ok, so as I'm doubled over laughing hysterically, I quickly kung-fu Hi-Ya the jelly out of her hands and it falls to the floor. I say," No ma, let me show you what you should get." Then we go to get some plain ol' Niv.ea lotion.

So either my grandma was disappointed that she didn't get a chance to get her groove back or the fact that she was wrenching* around to slap me on my butt cause I hi-ya'd her fingers. The shit was still pure comedy though.

If I could go back in time..
go through your past and personally curse each female that ever did you wrong..

baby.. if you only knew

I would if I could.. lift every burden you ever carried.. that somehow clouded your vision..

If you only knew ..that all of the shit I've been through in my life .. has done nothing but fertilize my being..
so that when you stepped in.. I could give you every single piece of me unhesitatingly

However, the sick plan they conjured up is undoubtedly winning.
they've cut you too deep.... you're not letting me in

I would love for you to lay in my arms.. let me caress your intellect and gently glide my fingertips softly across your soul

While reclining further.. humming random verses from Rachelle Farrell
because NOTHING has ever felt like this
if you would only let me show you

show you how good it could feel

how good I could love you

*wrenching 'round- LOL
Thursday, August 10, 2006
posted by thee modern isis at 2:53 PM

1. How old do you wish you were? Whatever age I didn't have damn bills.

2. Where were you when 9/11 happened?I was in college at UT; chillin in my dorm when I was flippin channels and see that shit. It scared the hell out of me, everyone was leaving campus to go home and me and my roommate was stuck in Toledo. We both cried then eyed the Wendy's employees cause they were all Arab.

3. What do you do when vending machines steal your money? Kick the hell out of until my peanut butter M&M's pop out or someone offers me my money back.

4. Do you consider yourself kind? Yes I am.. I just look evil *flutters eyelashes*

5. If you had to get a tattoo, where and what would it be? I have two already- a tigger bouncing on my right shoulder blade and a artsy sun engulfed in flames with a ying yang symbol inside of it on my pelvis. I want a couple more.. like on my back right above what my mama gave me.

6. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be? I'd choose espanol.. I took a few years of it and have a few friends that are hispanic. Did I mention I used to date this crazy ass latino-jamaican mixed papi? He was crazy but damn.. he was fine.

7. Do you know your neighbors? Man plz.. the ones next to me have romper room every damn day.. I swear them little girls know every word of "Check on it" but can't spell their name.

8. What do you consider a vacation? Being out of damn Cleveland.

10. Would you move for the person you loved? I'm ready to move to VA.. his ass better follow cause once I get there (alone) it's a wrap.

11. Are you touchy feely? Only if you my man.. once you're mine then I go full throttle. HA!

12. Do you believe that opposites attract? Yeah... J is different from me.. he's too damn calm.

13. Dream job? be the Jay-Z of my own corp.

14. Favorite channels? I don't really watch TV like that.. until basketball and football is in.

15. Favorite place to go on a weekend? The park

16. Showers or bath? Showers.

17. Do you paint your nails? Only clear until they get professionally done.

18. Do you trust people easily? Yup..I read people very well and wait for them to eff up..

19. What are your phobias? Imma G.. Imma G

20. Do you want kids? Yup, I want some kids.

21. Do you keep a handwritten journal? I used to, but I had tendencies to not feel like writing in it. lol same as this.

22. Where would you rather be right now? Somewhere out of state.

23. What makes you feel warm and safe? laying on J and watching a movie.

24. Heavy or light sleep? I sleep like a ROCK.. once I'm out, don't ask me for nothing. I do wake up with consistant noise though.

25. Are you paranoid? only when I get lost and see a bunch of crackheads lookin at me like," What u got?"

26. Are you impatient? I perp. I try to be impatient but I am so NOT. Don't let me get on road rage.. I've gotten out the car and was ready to 2 piece a chick.

27. Who can you relate to? I'm too unique for that.

28. How do you feel about interracial couples? If you like it.. I love it.

29. Have you been burned by love? Who hasn't? But I applied aloe vera to the wound, now I'm good.

30. What's your life motto? Do what you do.

31. What's your main ringtone on your mobile? I had Ghetto Story by Baby Cham. Now I have a new phone and have the default ringer.

32. What were you doing at midnight last night? I went to bed early so I was out for the count.

33. Who was your last text message from? J

34. Whose bed did you sleep in last night? Mine.

35. What color shirt are you wearing? mint green

36. Most recent movie you watched? at the movies - Superman; DVD - Menace II Society

37. Name five things you have on you at all times? my purse, debit card, cell phone, lip gloss, and gum

38. What color are your bed sheets? beige and red thin striped

39. How much cash do you have on you right now? In my purse I have approximately43 dollars and a shit load of change.

40. What is your favorite part of the chicken? Wings.

41. What is your favorite town/city? Manhattan

42. I can't wait till.. Friday night.. I'm setting a "romantic" mood.

43. Who got you to join Blogger? No one did.. but a few were nice so I decided to join on.

44. What did you have for dinner last night? Cheese pizza and lemon iced tea.

45. How tall are you barefoot? 5'1 + change.

46. Have you ever smoked crack? Yeah right.. crack heads are funny though.

47. Do you own a gun? I refuse to disclose such information.

48. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee w/ non dairy creamer. I'm lactose intolerant.

49. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? no secret weapon.. I'm just a charmer.

50. Do you have A.D.D? not at all.

51. What time did you wake up today? 6:30 a.m.

52. Current worry? worried that my best friend my be pregnant.

53. Current hate? the drama that's going on at my job.

54. Favorite place to be? my granny's house.

55. Where would you like to travel? London, and Africa

56. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years? no telling... hopefully married by then.. I would be 34 years old.. damn!

57. Last thing you ate? left over pizza for lunch.

58. What songs do you sing in the shower? I haven't sang in the shower in a minute cause my shower radio doesn't have any batteries.

59. Last person that made you laugh? J

60. Worst injury you ever had? I was in 9th grade, I was playing dodgeball and this kid named Shane slid into me. My glasses went up into my eyebrow and I started bleeding. I think I got like 10 stitches and I still have the scar. Shane.. u on my hit list.

61. Does someone have a crush on you? A crush? Naaaa

62. What is your favorite candy? reese's pieces, reese's cups, peanut butter M&M's

63. Favorite errogenous zone? Um.. has to be the right side of my neck. Man o Man.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
posted by thee modern isis at 1:42 PM

Now & Then:

Ten years ago today, it was August 2, 1996. I was 14 years old and enjoying the summer. Soon to be entering Trinity High School, which is a Catholic School, as a freshman. I was a little bit scared to be starting the "high school experience" but somewhat excited because my best friend "R" would be joining me. I was still the only child for now and enjoying the life of being spoiled by my mom and grandparents.

1) How old were you?

THEN: 14
NOW: 24

2) Where did you work?

THEN: for my mama as her "remote control channel changer, wash the car, do the dishes, wash the clothes, fetch me some water, mix my drink (my mom was/is a alcoholic)

NOW: At one of the largest roofing maintenance service providers in North America that offers a comprehensive inventory of roofing and general contracting services to building owners and facility managers.

3) Where did you live?

THEN: Cleveland, OH
NOW: Warrensville, OH

How was your hairstyle?

THEN: I had shoulder length hair and wore it in all kinda styles. French rolls, curls, bobbed, etc.

NOW: micro braids now but it's cut to the ends of my earlobes.

5) Did you wear contacts?

THEN: Nope, glasses.
NOW: Used to but stopped cause I kept sleeping in them. I'm getting them back though.

6) Did you wear glasses?

THEN: Yup.

NOW: Only at night when I drive, or at the computer.

7) What was your favorite TV Show?

THEN: Martin, Living Single, NY Undercover
NOW: Girlfriends

8) Which of your pets were still alive?

THEN: My mom hated ALL animals
NOW: My apt. don't allow pets but I want a puppy.

9) Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend?

THEN: Michael
NOW: I just have friend. *grins*

10) Who was your celebrity crush?

THEN: I wanted Mr. Dalvin and still had a thing for LDB of Immature. Oh yeah.. Garfield from Shai.
NOW: Um.. I am so in love with Nas.

11) How many piercings did you have?

THEN: I had 2 in my earlobes and 1 in the cartlidge.
NOW: 2 in the ears and 1 in my navel.

12) How many tattoos did you have?

THEN: None.. my mom would kill me.
NOW: I got my first one when I was 18.. no one saw it til I put my prom dress on. LMAO. My second one is on my pelvis below my navel. I'm getting a few more so bare with me.

13) What was your favorite band/singer?

THEN: Jodeci, Nas, Immature
NOW: Nas, Jay-Z, Cassidy (freestyles) Heather Headley, MJB

14) Had you smoked a cigarette?

THEN: No ciggs, my mother was a chain smoker so I hated the smell of Newports.
NOW: I smoked black n mild's and tried weed but later stopped cause it didn't preserve my sexy.

15) Had you gotten drunk?

THEN: Nope.. I was a good little girl.
NOW: I got drunk recently which involved me and my best friend twirling around a pole and trying to out dance each other. Me ending up on the couch passed out and waking up with no shirt on and a bad ass headache. *shrugs*

16) What kind of car did you drive?

THEN: I used to drive my mom's toyota camry.
NOW: my 2 door coupe cavalier.

17) Looking back, are you where you thought you would be in 2006?

Nope, I thought I would be happily married with kids. The author of a few bestselling novels and a grammy for best twirl in a porn classic. No.. I'm just kidding about that happily married part. Lmao

Tuesday, August 01, 2006
posted by thee modern isis at 6:02 PM

Two Names You Go By:
1. N------ my real name
2. Tee

Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now:
1. cream tank top
2. beige gauchos

Two Things You Would Want in a Relationship:
1. that kinda love that you read about in novels
2. laughter.. have to be able to laugh.

Two Things You Want Really Badly At This Moment:
1. J
2. some cold pineapple chunks

Two of Your Favorite Hobbies:
1. reading
2. listening to music

Two pets you have had:
1. Paradise - a mutt I had that barked and snapped at my mom whenever she yelled at me.
2. Duke - my german shepard that ate the crotch of my mom's panties out and chewed her pumps.

Two people who will fill this out:
1. whoever
2. and whomever

Two things you did last night:
1. sent crazy text messages.. I love texting.
2. watched Hell's Kitchen.. that mofo is crazy.

Two Favorite Places to eat:
1. Benihana's
2. Bahama Breeze

Two things you ate today:
1. Nachos Bellgrande from taco bell for lunch
2. A apple cinnamon muffin for breakfast

Two people you Last Talked To:
1. J while not working at work
2. my mama

***meme jackin rights are attributed to T.Cas
posted by thee modern isis at 5:24 PM

I am going to stop being lazy.. regardless of it being as hot as satan's piss with syphlis. I normally did my blogging at work, but the white boy in the cubicle next to me either likes me or is trying to infiltrate my internet hopping.. so I decided to give it a break and only blog when I got home. By the time I cut the A/C on, threw on some lounging booty shorts and a wife beater, I was too "tired" to blog. NO MORE EXCUSES I TELL YOU!

So I had a family reunion this past weekend, nowhere special.. we stayed in Cleveland and I opted to take part of the entire "reunion experience" and stay in a hotel. I mean shit.. you can lounge all you want, don't have to wash dishes, and people watch. I'm all for it. Yes, I like to people watch.. I feel like them old ass ladies because I will just sit and watch everyone walk by.. watch the damn fuckery unfold as people get sloppy ass drunk and wanna sing blues songs by BeBe King and Muddy Waters in your ear... yeah they were old but the shit was hilarious. My packing skills are atrocious. I pack whatever is in my grasp.. so this time I prepared and only packed enough clothes for the 2 night stay, the formal banquet and some various clothes just in case. Hey.. you never know. Not to mention the matching accessories, a pimp hat because I knew I was going to have to lay the smack down on someone before the thing was over, and 6 pairs of shoes.

Half the cousin's I don't like.. half don't like me because I'm not pregnant, don't have kids, don't live in the projects, don't stay with a drunk aunt, did I mention don't have kids and managed to do this all while under 25. By the way.. I'm 24. Shit.. I commend myself and they should too... it's hard out there when dudes see you and the first thing out of their mouth is.. "So.. how many kids do you have?" The look on my face when I say.. "pshhhhhhhhh.. none." is priceless. Not only did the Embassy book our family reunion but 3 others. So we were couped up with a bunch of snot nosed ass kids, too big clothes wearin boys and short shorts wearin, itty-bitty ponytail wearin little girls runnin around playin "catch me if you can" with the elevators.

I had promised my brother he could go swimming so he and my little "play" cousin got in the pool and did what kids do. There were a group of 10 other kids ranging in all ages in the swimming pool also, no adults present for them. No life guard, not nothing. Not only that, but the sign on the door said that unless they were 18 or older, they needed a parent or guardian with them. Me, my aunt and friend were the only ones in there and I was only responsible for the two.. so I feel bad if some of the kids would have drowned. The most I can do is go get someone cause off top.. they bad asses shouldn't have been jumpin in the pool like scuba men and for 2. Isis don't swim. I gently glide..and I can wade... but swim? wdf.

Why did these bad ass kids start cannon balling in the pool.. I swear if the water would have jumped on me.. I would have been arrested for shoving my 3 inch sandal up a child's ass. Ok.. so I'm laying back on the lounge chair. I was in a daze and looked out into the pool.. I thought something was wrong with me but when I rubbed my eyes.. them bad ass kids had taken a turtle from the pond in the middle of the hotel and threw it in the swimming pool. The little turtle was trying its hardest to battle the waves of stinking kids and the chemicals of chlorine. Finally one of the kids got tired of tormenting the turtle and sat it in the hotel lobby. So now the little turtle was trying to get back to the pond.. and it was only moving so fast. lmao I finally went over to the the gay janitor and told him they turtle was in the lobby crawling on the carpet. Wait.. a gay janitor.. I swear he was a little Too happy with his keys swayin and jinglin'. Ya jinglin' baby.. go head baby.

The reunion was so unorganized no one knew where the picnic reservation was.. but it was about 45 minutes AWAY from the hotel and I got lost atleast 5 times. Finally got there and ate some soupy ass macaroni and cheese. I mean what the fuck? The macaroni and cheese even segregated itself cause the cheese was on one side.. the oil was on the other and the noodles had peaced themselves out. The shit was nasty. I ate a piece of BBQ'd beef and had some baked beans.. and called it a day. No way was I staying out on Hell's reservation for 8 hours so I left around 4 to go shower and watch movies in the hotel. So my fast ass cousin decides to call me that night to tell me about going to some club/bar. I didn't want to go with the cousin't she was suggesting cause if some shit pops off.. I'd be left by myself. I don't expect None of them to help me out with a situation and secondly.. I use to hang tough with my one cousin but she got stuck on stupid and dumb as fuck and I simply can't handle the shit. She's wild.. and when I say wild.. TOO damn wild. She's that one chick at the club or bar that all the girls are looking at like ugh wdf is she doing.. and all the guys are like.. damn i bet i can fuck. Then on top of that she gets pissy ass drunk so among giving lap dances to any dude around she will drop her skirt/pants/or whatever she is wearing at the moment and piss on the side of a building, side of a car, side of anything and not give 2 fucks about it. I can't hang around that type of shit. When I do decide to go out with her.. I'm too busy getting in arguments with dudes that think just cause we're related, I'm like her too.. or I'm trying to snuff dudes that try and steal the chocha and take her home. Umm.. sorry my dude but I rode with her so you can't steal the chocha this time.. but um.. maybe next time when I drive separately. Im just kiddin.. I think.

She got into a funky ass attitude when I told her I was good on that.. and sure enough my cousin C chilled with some older cousin's of ours. She acted a straight up ass and now they are going to tell the entire family about her trifling ass.. their words.. not mine. I'm sure they will add things that didn't happen but it serves her right for being around that type. The police wandered the hallways of the hotel both nights cause fights jumped off left and right. I did manage to get my line dance on at the banquet so shoot.. I was good. Other then the bullshit at hand. ..

I had an O.K. time.