The End
Topic: Niggas and Negroes
OK so last night Re'ale (notice the name isn't in bold anymore!) and I had a conversation. Actually more of a final fight since there was more yelling than conversing. All I wanted to know was what was going on...I mean REALLY going on. He stuck to his lie...I mean story about why he didn't call, saying things like I didn't know you couldn't leave messages on voicemail, it didn't occur to me to call your cell phone or to text message you. Now let us not forget that we've dated for over a month, and how many messages has he left on my voicemail at work? Also let us not forget that he has never forgotten to text message me or call my cell phone. Let us just say that he is a 19 year old...well I digress.

So after he told me these lies and I basically told him to cut the crap, I asked him if he thought this was a joke. HE STARTED GIGGLING. At that point I'm so angry that I'm literally seeing red, and I start shaking (the international sign that I'm ready to explode). At that point, I did. I told him to fuck off and to have a good fucking time at Northern...with a heavy emphasis on fucking.

My associate Charles was at the house and unfortunately, witnessed my episode. He calmed me down before I took him home and drove around the city until about 11:30pm, then came back home and went to bed.

Switching Gears....
The event that I'm hosting on Thursday made the RedEye newspaper this morning (page 29) and is listed on Metromix! I guess good things do some out of a somewhat difficult situation.

I'm leaving work at 1:00pm today. More later...