The Revival

OK, Operation Hateration is back in effect. I can't go into detail. I have reason to believe that my blog is being monitored by people that are not supportive of my cause. I have WASTED time I can't get back, thinking that this would blow over. After light observation, it is clear that neither party will do as planned and ruin this on their own, thus outside interference is needed. As usual, I will keep you posted of my progress.

Termination

Taji wanted me to investigate how Connie felt about him. He wouldn't have asked if he lived with us. She has been grinning from ear to ear since he came to visit. So I asked her on a scale of 1 to 10 how she felt about him and she said an 11. Operation Hateration officially terminated until further notice.

Grunt and Eye Roll

I can not find my keys.
The party was a bust.
My feet hurt.
So I return home to find Taji greeting me at my door.
Grunt. Eye Roll.
I come into my room and kick off my shoes, just for him to tell me I was not gone long. Apparently, I was not gone long enough for his taste. Apparently, two and a half hours is not long enough to bang my roommate and piss your territory.
Am I mad at Taji? No. He is one of my best male besties. I am mad at myself for thinking I would be cool with this. I get highly uncomfortable when a man, friend or foe, is in my space. And sure, he is in Connie's room, but it doesn't matter, because it's still the house I am living in for the time being.
It is one something in the morning. He still is not gone. I am sitting here, earphones in, listening to the love below on high, wishing upon a star that he is gone when I wake up. If not, I'm sorry, but I think that I will have to begin Operation Hateration. I hope it doesn't come to that.

Love Connection

Taji is coming over tonight to meet Connie, and all I can think about is what a terrible idea this whole thing was on my end. All I can think of is me waking up to Taji naked cooking eggs in the kitchen. Gross.
This whole thing has taught me to think before I speak. Now, if this goes south, it will be my fault for mentioning it. And if it works out, it will be my fault for mentioning it.
OK, this may have something to do with me being a control freak, but I hate it when my friends get to know each other because in the past, if they ended up hating each other, they both got mad at me! Why didn't you tell me she was an ass? Why didn't you tell me he was a dick? It's bad business all around.
If I hear them doin' it, I swear, I will hang myself from my ceiling fan. Again, gross.

Lit Like A Connie

A couple of minutes ago Connie came in laughing. She walked in the door and hit the floor...drunk. I helped her up and tucked her into bed before she emerged mere seconds later in her underwear to go to the bathroom...still laughing.
So, I tucked her back in and got her a bottle of water. I watched her do a drunken search of her purse, making sure that she had all her money. But of course, her phone was missing.
So, she gives me the keys to go check her car for her phone. Apparently, I took to long, because she snatched the keys and ran out to her car in her underwear. Seconds later, she came bursting back into the house, phone in hand, and I pushed her back to her room.
Now, as I type, I can hear her puking in the bathroom. This is going to be a long night, lol.

The Reward System

The other day Connie told me that she didn't think that she would have sex with Taji because she actually likes him. Apparently, men she doesn't like are worthy of sex because they are disposable- just quick sex.
If there are other women that think like this, then no wonder most men are COMPLETE dicks! They are getting rewarded with vagina for their deplorable behavior. I swear, every day I get another piece of the puzzle.

The Bad Idea

Remember when I told you that I was setting up my roommate Connie and my friend Taji?
OK, from the moment that I said it, I knew that it was a bad idea. But it was one of those things that just gets put in the air and you can't take it back! After they saw each other's pics, I got hounding from both ends. Give her my number. When is he coming over for dinner? Sigh. I sat on it as long as I could.
What caused the change of heart? Well, after some mild deliberation, I decided that it may not be such a grand idea to hook up the two most sexually charged people that I know, especially when I live with one! Connie already walks around in her undies. The day that I walk out of my room for a late night potty visit and Taji is naked, peeing in the bathroom, is the day that I just drop dead!
Taji had been texting me like crazy for contact info and Connie had been dropping hints all last week, talking about how much she needed ass. So, kicking myself, I handed Taji the digits, just to come home an hour later and see that they were already talking on the phone.
You all know how much I hate to be a blocker, but I'm sorry. I have NO desire to hear two of my besties smashing! And believe me, if phone cakin' has already occurred, sexin' is on the way.
Maybe I am wrong and this will turn into a whirlwind, innocent love affair. But I doubt it very seriously. Next time I will keep my mouth shut.

Power Struggle

Last night, Connie banged on the door for me to turn off the light in my room and this morning she just straight up walked in here and turned it off. What is the deal? She wants the power bill to be lower, so she is policing the power.
Clearly, I understand the issue. Who wants a huge power bill? But the thing is that I feel like I am the only one being policed! When she goes to work for her SIX to EIGHT HOUR shifts, she leaves the TV on in her room. Cinnamon sleeps DAILY with her light on, and the window light in the kitchen typically stays on 24/7!
Like I said, I understand the issue, I just don't get why I am working by candlelight while the rest of the house is lit like a candle!
Not cool dude.

Matchmaker

For as long as I can remember, I have been a matchmaker. Sadly, I can not say that I have been the best one or had the greatest results, but it is something that I enjoy doing.
With that being said, I have decided to try and hook-up Taji and Connie. Connie, of course, is the roomie, but I am not sure if I have mentioned Taji before. He is my buddy from high school, one of the few boys in my life that I can tolerate. Muslim. Divorced. Has a kid. Hella smart and really, really light skinned? Not ringing a bell? Anyway, he is cool.
The first stage is over. They have approved of each other's Facebook pictures. I have invited Taji over for dinner sometime next week, and I have to say, I am excited about it.
Why would Connie and Taji make a cute couple? Well, they are both cute. They are both short. They are both cool, and they are both REALLY into sex, to say the least. I smell love in the air:) I shall keep you posted. I have a gut feeling that this is going to work out. However, knowing my life, it could also be a complete and total disaster.

Yesterday ended up not being a complete and total garbage dump of a day after all. My roomie Connie and I went to Atlantic Station. She wanted to get a jump start on her fall shopping. Luckily, I didn't have any dough because I saw TONS of stuff that I wanted at H&M. It was Black Gay Pride, so we sat on a bench and watched all the fab gay men walk up and down the strip in adorable summer outfits, some equipped with makeup and a handbag. We split some queso and chips from Moe's, then headed home when it started to get hot. Yes, it was an awesome day. SO glad that I got out of the house!

No Sexy No Talky

My roomie Connie is a man-eater.
It is so funny because it is not often that you meet a girl that really acts and thinks like a boy.
For Connie, men are disposable. She uses them for sex and nothing more. She doesn't want to be their friend, their girlfriend, their pal, nothing. If they are not talking hook-up, she hangs up. Of course, opposites attract, so all she meets are men that say they want a casual relationship but really want a wifey. Little do they know, Connie is not the one. I sat with my mouth open last night as she went off.
"So he called me yesterday to see if I was OK." She had been sick. "And I was like, if you ain't callin' about fuckin', don't call me! Do worry about how I'm doing!"
I have to say that it's a bit refreshing, watching men stumble over themselves and be confused for a change, but she is so not a girl that it is scary. Most girls would swoon if a guy called to check up on us. Pulling a stunt like that with Connie will have her moving on to the next cut buddy. She is so cold, that she has been known to kick a man IMMEDIATELY out of the house after sex.
She is like a real-life Samantha! She can not stay faithful. She is consistently on to the next one. But if I wonder if that would get lonely. I mean wouldn't you want to be committed to someone.
Sitting before me naked wrapped in a blanket, she simply answered, "Nope."