Kanye, Will You Be My Valentine?

~Looking around~

I had a good day. I simply love working there. I get to have a great time being nice to people AND I get to look at fine ass Black men all day! MMmmmm! It’s like a super buffet. Tall ones, short ones, round ones, cool ones. All shapes and flavors. Mmmm…. Suits and shit. Beautiful Black men. Ahhh… You don’t feel me… FINE ASS, multitudes of fine ass, Heterosexual (looking) ass Black men! Ahh… Oooh… They look almost as appetizing as the food, but it’s hands off for now.

JB gets on my nerves so much that I don’t have the energy to even THINK about entertaining another man. I know, right? It’s crazy. I’m brand new to Houston and I have access to so many fine ass, grown ass men, but I have no desire. ~sigh~

I’m getting old.

Or wise.

Hopefully the latter.

Anyway, after work I tried to work on my stories but no luck with contacting sources. It’s like I get home and my legs are so sore, but I pull myself onto my bed and start reading or making phone calls to get some quotes.

Blah- After work I went to sleep upset because JB gets on my nerves! I don’t know what to do with him. He drives me crazy. What kind of “friends” go through what we go through, I don’t know. Ok, actually I’m driving him crazy. ~whining~ He won’t do what I say.

Man…Then I come downstairs after taking a two hour nap and Kia is up, cleaning. We go to the store and buy a bottle of wine and I enjoy a couple of glasses while watching Kia’s Tivo’d Legends Ball episode. Ahh.. Inspiring…

I just wanna give my gift away. Man. I just wanna scream: LET ME TELL YOUR STORY!

I wanna write. I wanna speak. I wanna host. I wanna educate. I wanna inspire. I wanna entertain too. I wanna uplift and shit. Man… this is crazy.

Every day I pray, “Ok God. I’m here. Everything is going well so far but…I really need you to tell me what to do next. I’ve been getting job offers but I don’t have peace about any of them. I’m too afraid to even see what a minimum wage paycheck would look like but I guess if it’s enough to cover my car note I’ll be okay. PLEASE speak to me. If you speak, I PROMISE I will listen and do what you say. I just don’t want to be doing the wrong thing. Please speak to me.”

Speaking of God. I must repent:
I’m starting to feel that itch. The “I’ve been here for a little too long without affection” kinda itch. I know it’s not time to even think about that but my aching body is saying, ‘hey…we need some big black fingers grasping at our flesh, miss.’

I know. I know.

I’m going to bed now. I hope you all had a good Valentines Day.