Almost Does Count

I’m on vacation from school this week so I am racking up on a few extra hours at work. I called Hero hellas this weekend. I missed him like crazy. Left him voicemails and stuff…I was drunk. Don’t know why I missed him…doubt that I want him…confused. Actually I think I want him later…to be my husband and my baby’s daddy. ‘Cause thru it all, I still know he is a good man and will make a good daddy. See we’re both very smart and goal oriented and supportive and stylish and freaky and stuff. But time came between us. Maybe once we both graduate and get settled and he’s had a taste of what’s out there and I get a grip on my emotions, we can fall in love all over again. But “The Rapper” put it on me something terrible this weekend. OHHH! Since I met him, he hasn’t been as nice as he was this past weekend. Lord knows I am wrong for writing about us. But last week he hadn’t called much and I thought he was actin’ kinda funny. But I didn’t say anything. But he must’ve known ‘cause Friday he called and said “I miss you so much, I hope you don’t think I kicked you to the curb, I’ve just been busy. So, what’s up for tonight?” He said he hadn’t slept in days. “Been in the studio like crazy.” So Friday, he came over after his shows and told me about how hectic things had been lately. And then he fell asleep. I am happy to be his resort. It makes me feel so good to know that after all the madness, he likes to come home with me and relax and be him and just feel good about sleeping in the same bed as me. But on Saturday, in the am or the early afternoon; Wow, wore it out. I had to quit. So right, that me, “Miss Cannot Cook”, tried to cook him some breakfast. I burned it but he still ate it. He said he couldn’t resist ‘cause even though it was crispy, he knew it was out of love. Love? Hmmm. That’s a thought. Today and tomorrow, I am gonna get back on top of school once again, so that when I return after this week off, I’ll be on the fast track to all A’s. I went to a party this weekend. A very classy laid back grown and sexy type thing. Met a new guy. He’s like 30, kinda old, but hella paid, hella classy, but still street. Something new to try maybe. Besides the fact that Hero wouldn’t talk to me, this weekend was like perfect. Went out without a lot of fuss, had some money in my pocket, got some action, went grocery and household shopping and spent quality time with friends. Oh, yeah, I should have went to church. Yeah, this weekend was almost perfect.