good saturday morning

I am up way too early on a Saturday morning. I’m still sleepy. I think I will go over to Starbucks and have some coffee. I wanted to get my hair cut today at the barbershop and buy some dye so I can color my hair. I’m thinking honey blonde. I’m not bold enough to do platinum. I don’t even know if it would look right with my skin coloring. The afro is out of control though, it needs to be cut down just a little bit.

I still get up and check my email every single morning.

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I hate how AIM is so messed up lately. I leave my SN signed on and put my away message on so people that come on during the night can leave me notes. I get up this morning on a pop up window is showing that says “The last message could not be sent because you are over the rate limit.” Now, I wasn’t even sending messages so how could that be? It was stuck on some time last night when a lot of you were showing on my buddy list too. When I clicked ok on the message it shut AIM down completely and I had to restart it. So whatever messages people left for me during the night I did not get.

I’m reading Sex and the City right now thanks to Kevin. I expected it to be just like the television series but it’s not at all. I’m going to write about it later so I won’t ruin all the surprises but the first big thing I noticed is that the characters on the series do not match the characters in the book. More on that later.

Last night I spoke to the ex-boyfriend on the phone for an hour. He was super excited that I took the time to talk to him. It was a trip. I’m glad he didn’t try to steer the conversation in the direction of “come see me” or “can I come see you”. We stayed on neutral topics. He told me about his new job and his grades in school and what’s going on in his life. I told him about my life (well parts of it anyway). It’s funny. Now when people ask me how I’m doing and want to get into details I’m almost tempted to say, “Read the book,” and point them to my website. That’s super lazy isn’t it.

So another weekend has begun. My mommy always takes me out for pancakes on Saturday. YUM!

Yesterday I got to eat some food that Juan Carlos cooked. Damn that boy knows what he is doing in the kitchen. I told him he was going to have to marry me and cook for me all the time. My mom said that Juan and I are both too high maintenance to get married and that if we did we would probably end up living with her so we could spend our money on clothes and the ten pairs of shoes each that we would probably leave by the door. I thought that was pretty funny. I had my mom take pictures of me and Juan Carlos together. I told him to pose like he loved me and he put his hands on my shoulders. My mom told him if he really loved me he would put his hands on my tetas. I started laughing and grabbed his hands to put them there but he jerked them back and said that he is not “fresh”. Is it that or do you really not love me Juan Carlos? (just kidding)

Everyone wanted to go see “The Wash” last night but I was too tired and just not in the mood to sit in a crowded movie theater on the night the movie opened with all of “my people”. Y’all know how y’all act in the movie theater, I don’t even have to say anything.

I’m supposed to be getting dressed. We have business to take care of this morning.