February 16, 2007
Valentines Day
Vday was extremely hectic, running around buying groceries and other junk, cleaning up the house, getting my man's hair cut and all night dance rehearsals. I get home at 11pm and my man cooks me a nice Puerto Rican dinner, and then it's off to the clubs. Or club. We hit up Ohm to hear Marques Wyatt, and he was absolutely fabulous as usual. I adore him. Lots of people were there, lots of DRUNK and HIGH-ON-I-DON'T-KNOW-WHAT people were there, and I swear I was about to get into it with some fake-titty bimbo who insisted on playing volleyball with a balloon and her Uncle Tom boyfriend. They were swinging and swishing away, knocking people out with their flailing arms and that damn balloon. Oh how I dreamed of just kicking her in the gut....
The latter part of the night turned very very sour, and I'll just leave it at that. Had to spend the whole next Thursday recovering physically and emotionally. Time for a change of scenery.
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