Ridin' Solo

This holiday my roommate moved out unexpectedly. I have only been in the apartment alone two days and I am already talking to myself.
With that being said, I think I should invest in a gun.
Both my brother and mother have said that I would probably shoot myself and admittedly, I know nothing about guns. But I felt safer with someone living with me. It's the holidays. What if someone breaks in and tries to stick me for my paper?
I apologize. Listening to Biggy as I write.
On a serious note, I am aware that this could lead to all types of horrible, but I function best when I feel safe. I am a girl after all, and I think I know this dude that could get help me get one legally for the low low. I shall keep you posted.

Birthday Wishes

Today is the birthday of two of the coolest women in my life: my roommate Audra and my client, designer extraordinaire Karen Swinger. Happy Birthday! Also, here are the plugs: Audra gets paid every time someone clicks on her Facebook page so give her a click, we are broke, Facebook.com/BlemishesOfTheMind. Karen is THE Atlanta designer. Look her up at: ThePerfectChoiceDesigns.com. Again, happy birthday ladies!

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.

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."