Tuesday Ramblings...

it's been kinda mellow for me right now. nothing really funny happening in my life. i can usually just go to the store and some crazy ass shit will happen. and when it is happening, alls i'm thinking is, dammit i have to blog about this... yeah, i'm a fucking nerd!

well... something weird did happen to me this morning.... kinda. i go to starbucks to get my usual shit. i go to the same stabucks so most of the morning crew knows me. there's this one chick who is the sweetest girl. she greets me personally every morning and she always pushes my drink ahead of the other folks so i can get in and get out, and when she rings me up, she sometimes gives me the hook up price, not to mention she compliments me occasionally, so that's always good to hear. well, this morning i got there kinda late and there was no morning rush of folks so she started to chat it up a little while i was waiting @ the bar. she says to me, "yeah so i got back with my ex." i said, "oh yeah?" but i'm thinking, "um... and this concerns me why? and when did you tell me that y'all broke up? do i even know you well enough for you to even be sharing this kind of info?" anyway, then she goes on to say that he's going to basic training in a week and she's not sure of what will become of her relationship. then i ask her, "um, when did he decide to join the military?" she said, "when we broke up." the conversation carried on for a little longer, but i thought that was the weirdest conversation i've had in a while. i mean, she is sweet, and if she needed a ride or $5 for lunch, i'd prolly give it to her.... but this conversation just came out of nowhere, y'know? i mean... getting back with exes and what the future holds for y'all is a little deeper conversation you have with actual "friends", not with the starbucks barista and customer. i dunno, maybe she just feels that comfortable telling me shit. see, i told you people tell me stuff without me even asking.... LOL

oh something funny did happen on saturday night. me, my girl, and DSBB went to the talib kweli concert and after that was over we went to this club called zanzabar. i think i've mentioned this before, but i kinda don't like that place. it's a little bougie (even for me) and the drinks are hella overpriced. luckily i knew the dude at the door and he hooked me up without the cover charge, cause if i had to pay to get in that bitch, my ass woulda been sleep in DSBB's car. anyway, me and DSBB have a bet. here's the history: he has this one friend, we'll call him "gucci" (oh, BTW the name i chose to call him has nothing to do with his style, his real name kinda rhymes with it). i've met "gucci" on several occasions, even before me and DSBB were cool. everytime i get reintroduced to him, i always have the same thought, "this mu'fucka is gay". he's a little sweet, well, i think he's a lot sweet. he has this voice that has that twang to it that has my gaydar ringing. not to mention he walks with a damn sway. a fucking sway yo! me and DSBB always talk shit about folks when we're @ the club... when they deserve it... and one night, he was talking to "gucci" and after their conversation was over i told DSBB, "yo, your friend is gay man." then DSBB goes on to tell me that the boy has an ass of women that flocks to him. i told him because he's fucking gay and we feel comfortable with him. me and DSBB argue for a minute and i tell him, "well shit, give dude 5 years and i guarantee you that his ass wil come out the damn closet... rainbow shirt and all." so in five years i will be collecting my $100, and i want it all in ones too... ironed so i can roll around and revel in my glory! oh shit, getting back to the story... so anyway, when the night starts winding down i find DSBB and we're hanging out by the dance floor talking about felisha and her sweaty pits (oh shit, that's another thing i forgot to mention... LOL) then we see "gucci" on the dance floor. i swear the brotha is GAY! he even dances with a twang... seriously y'all i can't make this shit up. so as we're watching him dance, we're bobbing our head to the music... watching "gucci" try to get his freak on.... then we realize the boy is about 4 beats off. shit was PURE comedy watching him tryna act all sexy and shit with the haitian chick. to top it off, this chick is so smitten with his gay ass, she doesn't even realize the boy is 4 beats off. then, oh and then the boy BREAKS her belt and puts it around his neck. the belt had hearts and rhinestones or glittery shit or sumfin'. tell me that shit wasn't GAY! that couldn't have been me yo, if he broke my belt... on purpose... it woulda been "choke a bitch" night @ the Z. that's not even the best part... so as we're watching the brotha work his "magic"... the club is closing and i am almost dead with tears watching that shit... the ugly lights turn on and as haitian girl and "gucci" is trying to come off the dance floor, she's having a hard time walking... why you ask? the boy done shoved the belt up her crotch area! i rest my case folks, the boy is GAY!!!

dammit, another thing did happen. i thought this was gonna be a short post, but i guess not. so i'll summarize cause i know y'all are 'bout tired of reading this shit. at the SAME fucking spot on saturday, i meet my homegirl "A" @ zanzabar cause she didn't want to go to the talib concert. as we were walking around, i saw my lunch buddy who i haven't seen for a minute and i stopped to talk to him for a minute. when i ended my conversation with him, "A" started a conversation with this couple we'll call "jungle fever" (they're an interracial couple...duh!). now i know the white girl from another chick that usta date my co-worker, so i stopped and said hello to her and kept it moving. when i met her BF a couple weeks back, they gave me this weird vibe so i told "A" to meet me on the other side. i didn't see her thereafter so i thought she left. the next day she calls me and asks me how i know "jungle fever" i give her the history then she tells me, "did you know that they're swingers? they were tryna take me home last night." i almost fell out. when i met her BF a couple weeks back, while i was talking to the white girl, he was hitting on me at the same time in front of her, which i thought was fucking weird, but hey... to each is own. so "A" tells me, "yeah girl, they told me they tried to pick you up too." dammit, why do i have gaydar and not a swinger locator? that shit is a little more helpful, don't you think?