Buenos Dias bloggers!!
Honey, hot weather brings out all the boys, new and old! So, drug dealer trade came through last night. I haven't seen him in about 6 months. I thought his ass was locked up again or something. I was happy to find out that he got rid of the huge ass hummer truck he had the last time he was here. He traded it for one of those new Lincoln's that I like. Anywayz, he still is as sexy as I remember. For my new readers, drug dealer trade stands about 5'10" tall, a carmel complexion, bald head, about 175lbs of solid muscle. Huge arms and chest, sexy stomach. Always smelling and looking good. Always got some new shoes. The problem with him is that he's a bottom. Guess I should say versatile now since he now thinks that I'm gonna give him some.
He sucks dick for days!! Some of the best head I've ever had. There was no sex last night. The head was so good I didn't have strenght for anyting else. His meat is kinda cute though, maybe one day I'll buckle and let him have. We had a wonderful night. So wonderful that I got my ass up and cooked breakfast. I found out that he's a vegetarian so he ended up eatting grits and eggs. After breakfast I got some more head and then he left to go home. I got a call about 3 minutes after he walked out the door. "Man, somebody stole my car!" After he said that, I lost the sexual high I was on.
In my neighborhood, parking is horrible. Especially after 8pm. Its like everybody and they mama got a car in this apartment complex. So when he came over so late I knew he parked kinda far away. This is PG county so it is a fact that your car will eventually be broken into or something. To be stolen is on a different level. So he called the police and found out that his car had been towed. That was sort of a releif, at least we knew that it hadn't been stolen and where it was. I got dressed and drove him to the police station. We ended up having to leave there and go to the courthouse. It was trade bootz in their!! They musht have been having a trade convention or something!! I was enjoying the sights so much that this spanish thing caught me looking at one piece and he was like, "You like that don't you?" I couldn't help but say, "Yes I do!!" He laughed and so did I.
Drug dealer trade found out that he had over $500 worth of unpaid parking tickets. He was mad as hell. Talking all kinds of shit. As we got back in my car to take him to the metro he said, "For one night of pleasure I'm charged, $500." I couldn't help but think, I worth that and more.
I think this is going to be a summer for the record books. Boys, boys, boys!!Stay tuned!!!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
My West Indian Problem
Hello All,
Seems like the only time I'm blogging is when I have something heavy on my mind. Well, today is like Monica said, "Just one of dem days."
I met this West Indian trade about 3 years ago. We've been fucking around every now and then since then. I hate to say this but I AM SO FUCKING STRUNG OVER THIS NIGGA! He stands about 6'1, (I like them tall!), 165lbs solid, chocolate complexion, a 9.5 inch thick piece of meat, and definintely rough around the edges. Trade Bootz!!! Just looking at him or thinking about him is such a fucking turn on.
Like I said, we've been fucking around for about 3 years. Certain times stand out in my mind when I think about him. He lives about 20 or 30 miles from me but thats one dick I'd drive 100 miles to get. I think he lives with his dad who is always out of town. I know that he was once married and has a child or children. One time that I was with him I walked into his bedroom to find a room full of toys, a baby seat and other "evidence" of a child. Now, you all know that I can be one clumsy bitch. I was tripping all over that childs toys and shit. He had to catch me once from falling. That was so sweet. He fucked me bootz that night.
Another time I was over his place, I kept hearing all this noise. Now, everytime I've been there we were alone. I thought a fucking rat was on the loose or something. I asked, "Whats all that noise?" He has always been truthful with me, or at least I think, and he said, "O, thats my grandmother." At that point, I felt totally uneasy but once again overcame that when he pulled out that dick. We fucked bootz again. I forgot his grandmother was there and he had to put his hand over my mouth for all the noise I was making. Hey, don't judge me, when its good its goooooD!!
Two weeks ago, he came to my place for the first time. I stood at the window watching his sexy ass walk up. I immediately became weak in the knees just watching him. He was on his way to work so we didn't have too much time. We chatted a bit, got into a heated discussion about divorce, which is something I don't believe in. My grandparents stuck together through all types of shit and were together till death did they part. I really don't believe you should get married if you won't stick to those vows. This is how I found out that he was once married. That conversation touched a nerve with him and I got a chance to see another side of him, serious and silly at the same time. So we did the do again but it was different. Most trade are only out for their nut and certain pieces I excuse that behavior. He is one of those pieces who I let have their way. If he wanted to fuck me in the ear, he could, lol!!!! Anywayz, he stopped short of busting and I was confused. I thought something was wrong. He said, "I want to see you come too." Well, that was a first for him. Thats also when my body forgot how to have an orgasm. I couldn't bust to save my life. Plus his ass kept watching the clock, didn't want to be late for work. So he gets his and we clean up. I felt like I was floating the rest of the day.
The thing that is heavy on my heart is that he is so hard to contact. Over the years, I've tried to call him, text him and the like and get no response. I can only contact him over a4a. So, I accepted it for what it is since my body is like, "you ain't letting that dick go nigga!" Two days ago, I see him online and tell him that I think he got my whipped. He responds, "Then why don't you hit me up sometime!" I am totally in shock. I send a reply explaining how I've called and texted him and never get a response. And just like magic, he logs off without giving me a response. I immediately text him and he says, "I'm in class." So I left him alone. I send another text last night and once again I didn't get a response.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I have to throw my hands up on this nigga. I'm going to send him another text eventually but I know that humans are creatures of habit and he'll want some more of this ass. I just wish I could remove a4a as the intermediary and use the damn phone like normal folks!!! LOL!!!!
Seems like the only time I'm blogging is when I have something heavy on my mind. Well, today is like Monica said, "Just one of dem days."
I met this West Indian trade about 3 years ago. We've been fucking around every now and then since then. I hate to say this but I AM SO FUCKING STRUNG OVER THIS NIGGA! He stands about 6'1, (I like them tall!), 165lbs solid, chocolate complexion, a 9.5 inch thick piece of meat, and definintely rough around the edges. Trade Bootz!!! Just looking at him or thinking about him is such a fucking turn on.
Like I said, we've been fucking around for about 3 years. Certain times stand out in my mind when I think about him. He lives about 20 or 30 miles from me but thats one dick I'd drive 100 miles to get. I think he lives with his dad who is always out of town. I know that he was once married and has a child or children. One time that I was with him I walked into his bedroom to find a room full of toys, a baby seat and other "evidence" of a child. Now, you all know that I can be one clumsy bitch. I was tripping all over that childs toys and shit. He had to catch me once from falling. That was so sweet. He fucked me bootz that night.
Another time I was over his place, I kept hearing all this noise. Now, everytime I've been there we were alone. I thought a fucking rat was on the loose or something. I asked, "Whats all that noise?" He has always been truthful with me, or at least I think, and he said, "O, thats my grandmother." At that point, I felt totally uneasy but once again overcame that when he pulled out that dick. We fucked bootz again. I forgot his grandmother was there and he had to put his hand over my mouth for all the noise I was making. Hey, don't judge me, when its good its goooooD!!
Two weeks ago, he came to my place for the first time. I stood at the window watching his sexy ass walk up. I immediately became weak in the knees just watching him. He was on his way to work so we didn't have too much time. We chatted a bit, got into a heated discussion about divorce, which is something I don't believe in. My grandparents stuck together through all types of shit and were together till death did they part. I really don't believe you should get married if you won't stick to those vows. This is how I found out that he was once married. That conversation touched a nerve with him and I got a chance to see another side of him, serious and silly at the same time. So we did the do again but it was different. Most trade are only out for their nut and certain pieces I excuse that behavior. He is one of those pieces who I let have their way. If he wanted to fuck me in the ear, he could, lol!!!! Anywayz, he stopped short of busting and I was confused. I thought something was wrong. He said, "I want to see you come too." Well, that was a first for him. Thats also when my body forgot how to have an orgasm. I couldn't bust to save my life. Plus his ass kept watching the clock, didn't want to be late for work. So he gets his and we clean up. I felt like I was floating the rest of the day.
The thing that is heavy on my heart is that he is so hard to contact. Over the years, I've tried to call him, text him and the like and get no response. I can only contact him over a4a. So, I accepted it for what it is since my body is like, "you ain't letting that dick go nigga!" Two days ago, I see him online and tell him that I think he got my whipped. He responds, "Then why don't you hit me up sometime!" I am totally in shock. I send a reply explaining how I've called and texted him and never get a response. And just like magic, he logs off without giving me a response. I immediately text him and he says, "I'm in class." So I left him alone. I send another text last night and once again I didn't get a response.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!! I have to throw my hands up on this nigga. I'm going to send him another text eventually but I know that humans are creatures of habit and he'll want some more of this ass. I just wish I could remove a4a as the intermediary and use the damn phone like normal folks!!! LOL!!!!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Your plans have been cancelled.....Sincerly, GOD.
Hello All!!!
I have spent the last 10 mintues or so looking over my previous posts. I must say that I ended 2009 on a positive note. I finally finished pharmacy school and couldn't be happier. I celebrated New Year's with my DC peeps and brought 2010 in with a bang. But by January 11th, I would get a taste of what the first 6 months or so of this year has in store for me.
On January 11th I lost my job. I wasn't sweating that because it was time for a change. I felt like my body had been cleansed of some type of virus that was slowly killing me. I remember asking God for a break where I didn't have to go to work or school, just some time to myself. I haven't had that sort of break since the summer of 1994 when I was 13 years old. My mom always had me in some type of summer program from then on. And once I finished high school, I immediately started college that summer (2 weeks after my high school graduation) and got a job so I was due for a break. I must say that that break came earlier than expected but God makes no mistakes.
I also did some saving which is a total surprise to me. My shopping trips can be fierce! I started the process of becoming a licensed pharmacist. For the state that I am intending to practice in, this process has 3 parts. I passed the Oral English Equivalency Exam in early January. This exam ensures that I can speak English so in case someone has a question they can understand clearly the point I (the pharmacist) am trying to get across. That exam wasn't bad so I had a real confidence boost once the results came back in my favor.
In early February I took the Pharmacy Law portion of my boards. That exam was hard as hell and I swore that I had failed it but lo and behold I passed it with a good score! I went to Miami in the middle of the month to interview for a pharmacy residency position and to celebrate my accomplishments. That was a horrible interview! I was asked about some projects I had done which should have been easy to talk about but my mind froze and I fumbled through that interview like I was a 1st year pharmacy student instead of a newly christianed Doctor of Pharmacy. I was so embarrased.
So to forget that interview I went clubbing and sightseeing. Unfortunantly it was cold in Florida. It was like 45 to 50 degrees. I didn't know it got cold in South Florida! I had brought my bathing suit and short sleeved polo shirts and the such. I was so disappointed with the weather. I hung out on Miami Beach and I went to Club Score where I partied my ass off like I was back at the Bachelor's Mill. The music was cute and so were the boys. I celebrated being free from school, free from work, and passing the first two portions of my board exams.
I took this picture once I stumbled out of Club Score in the wee hours of the morning. Doesn't it look warm? After a couple of cute drinks at Score, I was warm too. I met two boys while I was there. One at the club and an italian guy online. Mr. Italian payed me a visit before I left and he had a long and thick surprise for me. You don't expect packages like that on a white boy. Lets just say that we warmed Florida back up before I got back on the plane.
Three days before my 29th birthday I took the last exam for licensing. It was also hard as hell but I was confident that I had passed. It was 185 questions on the most random subjects and was 5 hours long. The results came back in about a week, after my drag mother Diamond called the board to find out what was taking so long to post scores. I scored a 72. The passing score is 75. To say the least, I was absolutely devastated. Per regulations I have to wait 3 months before I can take it again meaning June 2nd is the earliest that I can retake that exam. Everyone told me not to be disappointed. Two of my pharmacist friends tried to cheer me up. One said she took the exam 4 times before she passed it and the other 3 times before she passed. That definintely didn't ease my pain. That exam cost me $690 and I don't have money like that to continuously give away.
I had planned on being fully licensed by mid March with a job in hand by the end of March. I had planned on flying my parents up for graduation in May and putting them in a swanky DC hotel. I had planned on a big graduation celebration. I had planned on going to New York Pride in June, the Essence Music Festival in New Orleans in July, Atlanta Pride in September and moving back south before the year is over. I had planned on finally living it up. Now I am unsure about my future and look to the horizon with uncertainty.
I have worked long and hard (no pun intended) to make something of myself and once again I find myself unable to reap the benefits. God did work it out where I do at least have monies for rent and bills through the month of June. I don't know what his plan is but I trust that he will work it out. I thought about getting a job to have some extra money but at this point I don't have the energy to put in for a job search. I really want to concentrate all my time and energy on passing this test in June. I'll give the job thing another thought in about a month.
So with that news I took a couple of days to sulk, complain about "why me", grew a full beard and stopped eatting. I decided it was time for a trip and went back to a place where I am loved for just being plain 'ol me. I went home.
I have spent the last 10 mintues or so looking over my previous posts. I must say that I ended 2009 on a positive note. I finally finished pharmacy school and couldn't be happier. I celebrated New Year's with my DC peeps and brought 2010 in with a bang. But by January 11th, I would get a taste of what the first 6 months or so of this year has in store for me.
On January 11th I lost my job. I wasn't sweating that because it was time for a change. I felt like my body had been cleansed of some type of virus that was slowly killing me. I remember asking God for a break where I didn't have to go to work or school, just some time to myself. I haven't had that sort of break since the summer of 1994 when I was 13 years old. My mom always had me in some type of summer program from then on. And once I finished high school, I immediately started college that summer (2 weeks after my high school graduation) and got a job so I was due for a break. I must say that that break came earlier than expected but God makes no mistakes.
I also did some saving which is a total surprise to me. My shopping trips can be fierce! I started the process of becoming a licensed pharmacist. For the state that I am intending to practice in, this process has 3 parts. I passed the Oral English Equivalency Exam in early January. This exam ensures that I can speak English so in case someone has a question they can understand clearly the point I (the pharmacist) am trying to get across. That exam wasn't bad so I had a real confidence boost once the results came back in my favor.
In early February I took the Pharmacy Law portion of my boards. That exam was hard as hell and I swore that I had failed it but lo and behold I passed it with a good score! I went to Miami in the middle of the month to interview for a pharmacy residency position and to celebrate my accomplishments. That was a horrible interview! I was asked about some projects I had done which should have been easy to talk about but my mind froze and I fumbled through that interview like I was a 1st year pharmacy student instead of a newly christianed Doctor of Pharmacy. I was so embarrased.
So to forget that interview I went clubbing and sightseeing. Unfortunantly it was cold in Florida. It was like 45 to 50 degrees. I didn't know it got cold in South Florida! I had brought my bathing suit and short sleeved polo shirts and the such. I was so disappointed with the weather. I hung out on Miami Beach and I went to Club Score where I partied my ass off like I was back at the Bachelor's Mill. The music was cute and so were the boys. I celebrated being free from school, free from work, and passing the first two portions of my board exams.
I took this picture once I stumbled out of Club Score in the wee hours of the morning. Doesn't it look warm? After a couple of cute drinks at Score, I was warm too. I met two boys while I was there. One at the club and an italian guy online. Mr. Italian payed me a visit before I left and he had a long and thick surprise for me. You don't expect packages like that on a white boy. Lets just say that we warmed Florida back up before I got back on the plane.
Three days before my 29th birthday I took the last exam for licensing. It was also hard as hell but I was confident that I had passed. It was 185 questions on the most random subjects and was 5 hours long. The results came back in about a week, after my drag mother Diamond called the board to find out what was taking so long to post scores. I scored a 72. The passing score is 75. To say the least, I was absolutely devastated. Per regulations I have to wait 3 months before I can take it again meaning June 2nd is the earliest that I can retake that exam. Everyone told me not to be disappointed. Two of my pharmacist friends tried to cheer me up. One said she took the exam 4 times before she passed it and the other 3 times before she passed. That definintely didn't ease my pain. That exam cost me $690 and I don't have money like that to continuously give away.
I had planned on being fully licensed by mid March with a job in hand by the end of March. I had planned on flying my parents up for graduation in May and putting them in a swanky DC hotel. I had planned on a big graduation celebration. I had planned on going to New York Pride in June, the Essence Music Festival in New Orleans in July, Atlanta Pride in September and moving back south before the year is over. I had planned on finally living it up. Now I am unsure about my future and look to the horizon with uncertainty.
I have worked long and hard (no pun intended) to make something of myself and once again I find myself unable to reap the benefits. God did work it out where I do at least have monies for rent and bills through the month of June. I don't know what his plan is but I trust that he will work it out. I thought about getting a job to have some extra money but at this point I don't have the energy to put in for a job search. I really want to concentrate all my time and energy on passing this test in June. I'll give the job thing another thought in about a month.
So with that news I took a couple of days to sulk, complain about "why me", grew a full beard and stopped eatting. I decided it was time for a trip and went back to a place where I am loved for just being plain 'ol me. I went home.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Just no manners
Sebastian, mama Diamond and I went out to eat back on February 13th. Diamond and Sebastian had been out all day shopping for Sebastian's new apartment. I don't know how that bitch did it. She partied with me the night before and when I say she partied she par-tayed. When she dropped me off at home the night before I fell in the bed.
When Diamond called me the next morning I promptly ignored the call, rolled my ass back over and went back to sleep. Around 1PM I called her back to find out that she and Sebastian had been out all day. They were getting ready to get something to eat and wanted to know if I wanted to go. Since I hadn't been anywhere all day I agreed. It took those bitches 2 hours to come scoop me and I was mad as hell. Since they were taking so long I decided to take my ass to Five Guys. I was starving. While I was talking to Diamond about what was taking them so damn long I hear Sebastian in the background going off. I was so over it.
They finally did come and we went to IHOP. It was a cute outing. Since I was so hungry I ordered alot of food. Of course Diamnond's fat ass was the first to finish her meal. She was sitting directly across from me. As I was eating my meal that bitch inhales and then exhales blowing her breath directly across the table into my face. I felt like throwing the fuck up.
That shit was so nasty. Now, her breath was fresh but still why would anyone do that? After that I didn't want anything else to eat. What kind of shit is that? Now I know her mother taught her better!!!!
When Diamond called me the next morning I promptly ignored the call, rolled my ass back over and went back to sleep. Around 1PM I called her back to find out that she and Sebastian had been out all day. They were getting ready to get something to eat and wanted to know if I wanted to go. Since I hadn't been anywhere all day I agreed. It took those bitches 2 hours to come scoop me and I was mad as hell. Since they were taking so long I decided to take my ass to Five Guys. I was starving. While I was talking to Diamond about what was taking them so damn long I hear Sebastian in the background going off. I was so over it.
They finally did come and we went to IHOP. It was a cute outing. Since I was so hungry I ordered alot of food. Of course Diamnond's fat ass was the first to finish her meal. She was sitting directly across from me. As I was eating my meal that bitch inhales and then exhales blowing her breath directly across the table into my face. I felt like throwing the fuck up.
That shit was so nasty. Now, her breath was fresh but still why would anyone do that? After that I didn't want anything else to eat. What kind of shit is that? Now I know her mother taught her better!!!!
Monday, February 15, 2010
Cabin Fever!!!!
If I was a writer, I would be one broke bitch!
It has been over a month since last speaking with my bloggers! But over the last couple of days so much has gone on that I just have to spill the beans. It has been snowing here in the district and last Friday (the 12th) made a week of snow, snow, snow. You all know that I am a southerner and this winter shit does not mix well with me!
This is a shot of my neighborhood. I have lived in this area now for 5 years this month and I never bothered to buy a snow shovel. It really never snowed that much here. But with this last snow fall, records were broken. You should have seen my ass outside with a mop bucket and a dust pan trying to scoop that shit off my car. It took me forever but I finally did dig it out. I tried to find a snow shovel but no luck. Bastards!
So as you can see, I soon developed a bad case of cabin fever. By Thursday I was ready to party but had to take my ass back inside because my car was blocked by snow again. Friday morning I got up and moved all the snow because I knew I was going somewhere before the night was over.
I had been speaking with this Jamaican guy I met last year. Over the year we have kept in touch and he told me he would be in the DC area over the weekend and wanted to hook up. He's tall, around 6'2" just like I like them but has one of the most fucked up personalities I've ever encountered. He's one of those aggressive dominant type guys which is a major turnoff for me. He sent me a text message asking can he watch me fuck myself with a dildo. What?? Are you crazy?? Then he ask can he bring someone else?? I am not your personal fuck toy!!!!! So Friday evening I get another text that says, "I wanna fuck." Before I got that message I was truly over it. When it popped up I responded back, "Get a dildo."
As I was preparing for a night on the town, he called and I agreed to meet him for a bit. He came over and we chatted for a bit. The recession has hit him too and he said he was currently self-employed which means unemployed to me. So we of course fell into old habits. He has a beautiful piece of uncut meat. Probably about 8 inches but thick and dangerous. Very verbal guy which works my fucking nerves. Don't be asking me questions when I got a mouthful of dick! So everything was going good until he got a little carried away and tried to pick me up and force me over the back of my couch and shoving his dick at the same time. After that situation I stopped all the damn presses, gave him a handjob and told him I was leaving to go out soon.
He was disappointed but I explained to him that dick doesn't have to be forced. Ass and pussy are two different things and I don't care how much lube you put, that hole is not going to open until its good and relaxed. His ass played dumb like he couldn't understand that concept so he had to go. I'll be goddamned to ever end up in a hospital trying to explain how I ripped my ass open!
He left and I hooked up with my best friend Sebastian for a night on the town. I had decided earlier we were going down to Zeigfield's to catch a drag show then go upstairs to see the strippers. Sebastian had never been and I knew he was in for a memorable night. Its not one of my favorite spots here but its cute. The strippers are OVAH!! Unfortunately it was closed due to the snow storm from earlier in the week and I was highly upset.
So we ended up at the Mill. For me the only time to go to the Mill is on a Thursday when they are playing my house music. House is a quickly dying form of music and if the good lord above ever allows me to open a nightclub I am going to breath some new life into house music. I absolutely love it and will proceed to loose my mind if a good beat comes on! Sebastian partied her ass off. That bitch had gotten us some strong Mill drinks from the absolute worst bartender. I told that bitch a long time ago to never go to this particular bartender but she marched her ass over there and brought back some drinks. I sipped mine and she proceeded to guzzle hers down. She was soon out there on the dance floor flipping it, twirling it and dropping it like its hot. I told her about those damn drinks. She was killing it and that's so out of her character. I tried to get into the party mood but just couldn't. Another blogger was there, Q who has the best blog of all DC--The Purveyor of All Things. I was in shock to see him there because we all know that he does not party with the black girls. He looked absolutely fabulous, his skin was giving me recent microderm abrasion. He wasn't there long. As I was dropping it on a Beyonce beat he was hugging everyone goodbye. He couldn't have been there for more than 20 minutes.
So the night quickly came to a close and I still had that empty feeling. I went out to try and get rid of my Cabin fever but once I stepped back over the threshold of my apartment that fever followed me inside. So I started to make plans for Saturday night.
It has been over a month since last speaking with my bloggers! But over the last couple of days so much has gone on that I just have to spill the beans. It has been snowing here in the district and last Friday (the 12th) made a week of snow, snow, snow. You all know that I am a southerner and this winter shit does not mix well with me!
This is a shot of my neighborhood. I have lived in this area now for 5 years this month and I never bothered to buy a snow shovel. It really never snowed that much here. But with this last snow fall, records were broken. You should have seen my ass outside with a mop bucket and a dust pan trying to scoop that shit off my car. It took me forever but I finally did dig it out. I tried to find a snow shovel but no luck. Bastards!
So as you can see, I soon developed a bad case of cabin fever. By Thursday I was ready to party but had to take my ass back inside because my car was blocked by snow again. Friday morning I got up and moved all the snow because I knew I was going somewhere before the night was over.
I had been speaking with this Jamaican guy I met last year. Over the year we have kept in touch and he told me he would be in the DC area over the weekend and wanted to hook up. He's tall, around 6'2" just like I like them but has one of the most fucked up personalities I've ever encountered. He's one of those aggressive dominant type guys which is a major turnoff for me. He sent me a text message asking can he watch me fuck myself with a dildo. What?? Are you crazy?? Then he ask can he bring someone else?? I am not your personal fuck toy!!!!! So Friday evening I get another text that says, "I wanna fuck." Before I got that message I was truly over it. When it popped up I responded back, "Get a dildo."
As I was preparing for a night on the town, he called and I agreed to meet him for a bit. He came over and we chatted for a bit. The recession has hit him too and he said he was currently self-employed which means unemployed to me. So we of course fell into old habits. He has a beautiful piece of uncut meat. Probably about 8 inches but thick and dangerous. Very verbal guy which works my fucking nerves. Don't be asking me questions when I got a mouthful of dick! So everything was going good until he got a little carried away and tried to pick me up and force me over the back of my couch and shoving his dick at the same time. After that situation I stopped all the damn presses, gave him a handjob and told him I was leaving to go out soon.
He was disappointed but I explained to him that dick doesn't have to be forced. Ass and pussy are two different things and I don't care how much lube you put, that hole is not going to open until its good and relaxed. His ass played dumb like he couldn't understand that concept so he had to go. I'll be goddamned to ever end up in a hospital trying to explain how I ripped my ass open!
He left and I hooked up with my best friend Sebastian for a night on the town. I had decided earlier we were going down to Zeigfield's to catch a drag show then go upstairs to see the strippers. Sebastian had never been and I knew he was in for a memorable night. Its not one of my favorite spots here but its cute. The strippers are OVAH!! Unfortunately it was closed due to the snow storm from earlier in the week and I was highly upset.
So we ended up at the Mill. For me the only time to go to the Mill is on a Thursday when they are playing my house music. House is a quickly dying form of music and if the good lord above ever allows me to open a nightclub I am going to breath some new life into house music. I absolutely love it and will proceed to loose my mind if a good beat comes on! Sebastian partied her ass off. That bitch had gotten us some strong Mill drinks from the absolute worst bartender. I told that bitch a long time ago to never go to this particular bartender but she marched her ass over there and brought back some drinks. I sipped mine and she proceeded to guzzle hers down. She was soon out there on the dance floor flipping it, twirling it and dropping it like its hot. I told her about those damn drinks. She was killing it and that's so out of her character. I tried to get into the party mood but just couldn't. Another blogger was there, Q who has the best blog of all DC--The Purveyor of All Things. I was in shock to see him there because we all know that he does not party with the black girls. He looked absolutely fabulous, his skin was giving me recent microderm abrasion. He wasn't there long. As I was dropping it on a Beyonce beat he was hugging everyone goodbye. He couldn't have been there for more than 20 minutes.
So the night quickly came to a close and I still had that empty feeling. I went out to try and get rid of my Cabin fever but once I stepped back over the threshold of my apartment that fever followed me inside. So I started to make plans for Saturday night.
Monday, January 11, 2010
A New Year and a new day
Happy New Year Everyone!!!!
This year was off to a running start for me. I celebrated New Years with my friends here in DC. Went over to a house party given by Ms. Stronge Kelly, and Cookie and had a good time. We ate, drank, laughed and rang in the New Year together. The house was packed. I usually stay home on New Years and watch the ball drop but my friends dragged me out and I was glad that they did. Cookie got full boots on jello shots and alcohol. I've never seen her like that. I got my life!
So for the dirt. My days with CVS have finally come to an end. I was unceromoniously let go of my duties with the company today. I guess I should be mad or bitter but for some odd reason I still haven't broken a sweat about how it was done. The company never extended an offer of full employement to me so I had the feeling that this day was coming. It is widely known that if an intern does not sign with the company before graduation, their employment is to be terminated. It is dirty and especially for me after giving 6 years of my life to CVS. But as I have said in earlier posts I always knew that with education I would never be in a position where I would have to be somewhere I don't really want to be. It feels good to know that I have knowledge now that cannot be taken away and to be able to walk away from something with no regrets whatsoever.
So this is how it went down. Went to work around noon today and jumped back into my regular duties. Around 3:30 the new pharmacy manager came and said he needed to speak to me and I said ok. We went into the store managers office and made small talk about how busy it was which as usual it was busy as hell in there. We had a conversation about what the previous manager thought about my employment, remember the asshole from career day that I was told to ask for more hours? Yeah him. He and I had a conversation last month about how he thought I didn't want to work as a community pharmacist so he did some type of paperwork on me which would have ended my employment in November. A new manager was hired so I kind of slipped through the cracks on that.
I explained to the new manager what our conversation was about. He explained his stance on things and told me that an offer was not extended to me because they felt I wasn't the "right fit" for the company. On that note, I acutally totally agree. Maybe thats another reason why I wasn't upset. If I want a career in pharmacy where I can truly make a difference, a retail pharmacy won't be the place. I think retail would be a great place to start but I can't see myself beeing happy with this type of work 25 years down the road. I actually want to go to a place where I can be of great service and make a real difference. I was told that my employment would be terminated as of today. The old me would have made a big fuss about it, cussed him out, got my shit and went down one of the aisle's knocking all of their shit off as I went. And then cussed out anyone who had something to say. I must say that I handled that nicely. I was already dressed to kill, got my Armani scarf and polo hat, my trench coat and left.
But this is the kicker yall. You ready for this?? After I was told that my employment was terminated the new manager pulls out an entry from this very blog and tells me that anything posted on the internet is for public use. Uhh yeah, thats why it was posted. I guess he thought that I would say it wasn't me or have a surprised look on my face but as I said I haven't broken a sweat yet. I am actually flattered that they have taken the time to searh for little ol me on the internet and read my blog. Wow.
You see, it took a long time for me to be comfortable in my own skin and I have never been one to hide my thoughts. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe this blog is not good career wise but it is an outlet and something I enjoy doing. School is over and now its time for a job or a residency. With this degree, I don't have to work for a retail store, hospital, etc. With this particular degree I can open my own shit and be my own boss. The lord up above makes no mistakes and as I was told as a child when one door closes another opens. Another thing I learned from growing up poor is to always put something back. Glad I listened. So my next step is to pass my boards. I have to take 3 exams for that and already got one of those out of the way on the 5th, two exams to go. I was planning on taking some time off to really put in some study time but plans have changed so it looks like I may take these exams earlier due to have so much time on my hands now.
Hmmm, decisions, decisions, decisions.
Smoochies!!
This year was off to a running start for me. I celebrated New Years with my friends here in DC. Went over to a house party given by Ms. Stronge Kelly, and Cookie and had a good time. We ate, drank, laughed and rang in the New Year together. The house was packed. I usually stay home on New Years and watch the ball drop but my friends dragged me out and I was glad that they did. Cookie got full boots on jello shots and alcohol. I've never seen her like that. I got my life!
So for the dirt. My days with CVS have finally come to an end. I was unceromoniously let go of my duties with the company today. I guess I should be mad or bitter but for some odd reason I still haven't broken a sweat about how it was done. The company never extended an offer of full employement to me so I had the feeling that this day was coming. It is widely known that if an intern does not sign with the company before graduation, their employment is to be terminated. It is dirty and especially for me after giving 6 years of my life to CVS. But as I have said in earlier posts I always knew that with education I would never be in a position where I would have to be somewhere I don't really want to be. It feels good to know that I have knowledge now that cannot be taken away and to be able to walk away from something with no regrets whatsoever.
So this is how it went down. Went to work around noon today and jumped back into my regular duties. Around 3:30 the new pharmacy manager came and said he needed to speak to me and I said ok. We went into the store managers office and made small talk about how busy it was which as usual it was busy as hell in there. We had a conversation about what the previous manager thought about my employment, remember the asshole from career day that I was told to ask for more hours? Yeah him. He and I had a conversation last month about how he thought I didn't want to work as a community pharmacist so he did some type of paperwork on me which would have ended my employment in November. A new manager was hired so I kind of slipped through the cracks on that.
I explained to the new manager what our conversation was about. He explained his stance on things and told me that an offer was not extended to me because they felt I wasn't the "right fit" for the company. On that note, I acutally totally agree. Maybe thats another reason why I wasn't upset. If I want a career in pharmacy where I can truly make a difference, a retail pharmacy won't be the place. I think retail would be a great place to start but I can't see myself beeing happy with this type of work 25 years down the road. I actually want to go to a place where I can be of great service and make a real difference. I was told that my employment would be terminated as of today. The old me would have made a big fuss about it, cussed him out, got my shit and went down one of the aisle's knocking all of their shit off as I went. And then cussed out anyone who had something to say. I must say that I handled that nicely. I was already dressed to kill, got my Armani scarf and polo hat, my trench coat and left.
But this is the kicker yall. You ready for this?? After I was told that my employment was terminated the new manager pulls out an entry from this very blog and tells me that anything posted on the internet is for public use. Uhh yeah, thats why it was posted. I guess he thought that I would say it wasn't me or have a surprised look on my face but as I said I haven't broken a sweat yet. I am actually flattered that they have taken the time to searh for little ol me on the internet and read my blog. Wow.
You see, it took a long time for me to be comfortable in my own skin and I have never been one to hide my thoughts. I have nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe this blog is not good career wise but it is an outlet and something I enjoy doing. School is over and now its time for a job or a residency. With this degree, I don't have to work for a retail store, hospital, etc. With this particular degree I can open my own shit and be my own boss. The lord up above makes no mistakes and as I was told as a child when one door closes another opens. Another thing I learned from growing up poor is to always put something back. Glad I listened. So my next step is to pass my boards. I have to take 3 exams for that and already got one of those out of the way on the 5th, two exams to go. I was planning on taking some time off to really put in some study time but plans have changed so it looks like I may take these exams earlier due to have so much time on my hands now.
Hmmm, decisions, decisions, decisions.
Smoochies!!
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Lets see
Hello All,
Once again I've spent too much time away from this blog. Another year is quickly coming to an end and life has finally started to give me some breathing room.
Since my last post I am now a Doctor of Pharmacy. This little country boy has made good! I have been slowly and steadily preparing for my board exam. Two of what I thought were my good good friends from pharmacy school have been bullshitting around with me. I asked for board review materials from them and one took her sweet time getting me the material and the other still hasn't given me shit. Then I decided to apply for a pharmacy residency and asked them both for recommendations since they are Doctor's and shit. They both said yeah. One of them asked me to "send them something" I guess to get them started. What kind of shit is that?
That was crazy to me. This friend has two degree's but wants me to "send her something" to get her started. I've started to think that she doesn't want to write it for me. I wish she would just say that, let me be pissed for a while and then find someone else to write it. The recommendation is due in less than a month!
So I have also jumped back into my shitty CVS job. As much as I would like to quit; it is a paying job and I need it to try to pay the $1000 for my boards and also balance paying rent in February. Those muthafucka's don't know that I am going to silently pass these board exams and never show the fuck back up. I also have to find another job and for a profession that is supposedly "in demand" and "in a current shortage" the jobs in this area seem to be scarce or maybe I'm looking in the wrong places for a job. I blame it on having two pharmacy schools in the area who turn out around 200 or so graduates per year. Hopefully doing a residency will give me another edge above the competition.
I am so happy right now. I wonder how long will this feeling last. Happiness is something that never seems to last long with me. A little over a year ago on a trip to New York, I got my first tattoo. I was down in the village with my best friend Sebastian when I got the overwhelming urge to get a tattoo.
I had tattooed to my left arm the Chinese symbols for love and happiness. I figured that as long as it is attached to my body I'd always have it.
Wish me luck. Smoochies!!!!
Once again I've spent too much time away from this blog. Another year is quickly coming to an end and life has finally started to give me some breathing room.
Since my last post I am now a Doctor of Pharmacy. This little country boy has made good! I have been slowly and steadily preparing for my board exam. Two of what I thought were my good good friends from pharmacy school have been bullshitting around with me. I asked for board review materials from them and one took her sweet time getting me the material and the other still hasn't given me shit. Then I decided to apply for a pharmacy residency and asked them both for recommendations since they are Doctor's and shit. They both said yeah. One of them asked me to "send them something" I guess to get them started. What kind of shit is that?
That was crazy to me. This friend has two degree's but wants me to "send her something" to get her started. I've started to think that she doesn't want to write it for me. I wish she would just say that, let me be pissed for a while and then find someone else to write it. The recommendation is due in less than a month!
So I have also jumped back into my shitty CVS job. As much as I would like to quit; it is a paying job and I need it to try to pay the $1000 for my boards and also balance paying rent in February. Those muthafucka's don't know that I am going to silently pass these board exams and never show the fuck back up. I also have to find another job and for a profession that is supposedly "in demand" and "in a current shortage" the jobs in this area seem to be scarce or maybe I'm looking in the wrong places for a job. I blame it on having two pharmacy schools in the area who turn out around 200 or so graduates per year. Hopefully doing a residency will give me another edge above the competition.
I am so happy right now. I wonder how long will this feeling last. Happiness is something that never seems to last long with me. A little over a year ago on a trip to New York, I got my first tattoo. I was down in the village with my best friend Sebastian when I got the overwhelming urge to get a tattoo.
I had tattooed to my left arm the Chinese symbols for love and happiness. I figured that as long as it is attached to my body I'd always have it.
Wish me luck. Smoochies!!!!
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