  Why do people feel that when there lives are not interesting enough they have to talk about other people's, or should I say invent stories about other people's lives. I talked to E.Y. yesterday, you know the yummy yum yum from T.C. 's wedding. My god how could I ever forget that one.
My god my head was still spinning and my toes were still curling like three weeks afterwards, ok that is a bit of an exaggeration, but you get the point. Anyway he proceeds to tell me that the reason he hasn't called is b/c B.C. told him that I was saying some not so nice things about his manhood and sexual abilities.
I spent forever trying to convince him that I never said any of the stuff he thought I did. UUUUGGGGGG!!!! That stuff pisses me off so bad. Other than that all in all if was a good night. Should have went to bed earlier instead of staying up and playing video games with my best friends and her husband. I am paying for it today. I am so tired. Good day at work so far. Have about two hours to go and then I am out. I have my god son tonight until 7:30 it should be fun. 
