Her whole name is Sage Love

Desde que este blog no es que importante, decidí hacerlo en español. ¿Cómo telefonea usted alguien para apoyo cuando usted llora acerca de un perro? Yo no sé, así que yo no. Acabo de colocar allí y lloré. Pierdo Sage. No ne entendería aunque. Nadie esperaría esto de mí. Soy generalmente como "odio animales". Mi propietario me hizo la regalo. Ella ha estado permaneciendo con mi hermana y mi sobrina. Ellos tienen un perro, Zora, Sage la adora. Más que yo yo pienso. Gasté el sábado con Sage. Ella me adoró diferente. En frst ella fue emocionada pero entonces ella pareció aburrido. Ella perdió Zora. Pero la noche del viernes, yo perdí Sage.

A day (okay 22) late and a dollar short

But here is what I did for New Years Eve...

I think have a crush on Juvenile. Please God, I hope I am not a groupie of some sort. But I am seriously infatuated by rappers. Anyway, I went to a Juvenile concert for New Year’s Eve. This man is by no means attractive at face value. But his total package is drenching. I stood there wet and mesmerized. His jewelry was blinding, to the point that I wanted to hump his bracelet. No seriously though, he has a swagger, reminiscent of “The Rapper”. Which, by the way, the two of them are friends. That’s funny. Anyway, I have made an executive decision in my life. HERO OR A RAPPER. Other marriage options are null and void. In case you don’t know, executive decisions are the ones that I stick to forever. Never went back on one, EVER! Anyway, back to the celebration, the concert was good. Even though I left before he performed Rodeo, which might be one of my favorite songs of all times. We bought a VIP booth, which was a great idea cause we had reserved seats all night and we needed ‘em once we were drunk off our asses. I wasn’t fucked up, actually I was comfortably tipsy. But my friends were pissy. We popped a bottle of MOET at midnight – ghetto or classy, depending on the setting. For us, in a night club, it was more than likely ghetto. So I brought the New Year in ghetto and tipsy – hopefully that is not a sign. But bringing it in with some serious money in my pocket – I hope that is a sign.

I'm not the bitch from the escalator but I have no time for fake ones

Let me preface this by saying on like the 7th of January my friends and I went out. They all got really drunk. I don’t think I drank anything at all. So anyway...a sober me plus drunk friends is usually a bad combination. They get on my nerves so bad when they start being annoying emotional slutty or all of the above. But yeah anyway, they were drunk and I wasn’t. So by the end of the night we were having this Dr. Phil moment where they accused me of having some sort of wall up and never really breaking down and accepting their attempts to be a true friend. They said that the only person I ever seemed to really open up to or trust or treat like a genuine friend is / was Hero. Duh! I am not a people person even when I hang out with these people all the time. It’s like I love them to the limit that my heart and mind allow me to love people who I don’t trust 100%. But anyway like a week later they proved why I treated them like snakey bitches sometimes. I pop up at my friends house one Sunday night (I walk right in as I usually do). So the two friends that live there are playing cards with another one of my “friends” and a nigga that I fucked!!! It took it a second to hit me ‘cause I’m thinking no way. I’d been thinking that one of my friends liked him but I never thought she would go this far. Keep in mind they met him thru me. So anyway, I said “What are you doing over here?” The room fell silent. None of the biatches said anything. Not even him. So I sat casually for a while and then left like nothing was up. Which in actuality it wasn’t, I couldn’t care less about him. He has no house, no car, and no high school diploma and if she wants to give up what we had for the twelve inches (which in hindsight, I shouldn’t have told her about the whole measurement thing that he and I did) then I don’t need that whore in my life. At first I was plotting to get back at her but then I had a spiritual awakening…Last week I met with my advisor again. She said that I need two Spanish classes and one math class to graduate. So I enrolled in Spanish but I needed a placement test to get into the math class. I seriously suck at math, like I think that part of my brain is missing. See you have to get 16/30 to get the class I need. Well the first time I took it like two semesters ago. I got 6/30. Honestly I thought the square root symbol thingy was division. But anyway once she told me that I got on my math grind. So li ke teh next night, one of my other friends, we will call her ATaL was on the phone with me for hellas going over the study guide. After we hung up the snakey biatch, let’s call her ‘Nilla, called. I guess she wanted to see if I was mad, so she asked me about some random bullshit. I cut it short, told her that I was busy and hung up. So now, the spiritual awakening…I thought to myself “bitch this lady just told me that I need three classes to graduate, and that’s what I am focused on, so if you think for five seconds that I am going to waste time or energy reminding you that you are a nasty bitch, you gotta be crazy” So that was my epiphany, I have no time for shenanigans, I have time for school and friends that are helping me on a positive note, like ATaL. So anyway I got 13/30 on my test the next day :(. But then, I got 20/30 on it the following day. Whoop! Whoop! Shit I almost placed out of that class into a higher level. Now that would have been the sickest catch 22 EVER!