wtf.

i don't even know what's wrong with me, lmao.

aiight, sooooo, you can fool around with your away message on AIM, but you can't text me back? lmao, that party better be amazing as shit for all this. it's half-past midnight, sucka, i BETTER hear from you or you SHALL make a swift move to my shitlist. we ain't had a problem since... the sixth? around that time. two weeks, that's pretty good, eh? i hope he don't screw up that streak. because honestly, it's not me that's making issues this time, really. the way i see it, i don't really ask much from him. just gimme a call at night so i can talk to you, text me during the day, stuff like that. and shit, he'd been doing damn good thus far. but uhh, homeboy? don't mess that up.

on a lighter note, we're supposed to have another date on thursday to go see Get Smart. his treat (which is great because i'm amazingly broke right now). we would've gone friday and saw Wanted, but i got a rehearsal that day. he's supposed to be coming to our BBQ, too, which would be amazing because everyone could meet him at once (i mean, except for Kimberly since she's been around him a few times).

[ sighs ]

the parents aren't even home yet. UGH, i gotta go to my aunt's house soon, yuck. oh, we're taking a vacation to SC in july, too. okay, i'm going to email this usher's anniversary thing to my dad, take a shower, text or IM this punk once more, and then hit the hay.


peace.