I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller...

I wish I had more to report than the fact that my mom is monumentally whack. And that I've been monumentally tired. But I think it's stress. Brought on by the incredibly stupid act of moving in with my mom. So now I'm packing all my stuff back up. Cuz my friend Ines has a shed where I can stash my goods. And my sister has a spot for me on her floor. And I'm getting up outta crazy town cuz I can feel myself unraveling. And that's never a good thing. But I'll be perfectly fine. Cuz I'm getting out and getting on with my life. And I can't decide if I'll be sad or not if I never talk to my mom again. Most days it's more not than not. But I'm still happy and feel incredibly blessed that I've got the job I have. Cuz it's taught me to recognize the people who are trying to hurt me and keep me down. And it sucks that that person in my life is my mother. But such is life. And I'll be fine. Because I have fantastic siblings and incredible friends. And besides, I went to work makeup free today and people were falling at my feet with praise. Because I'm freaking gorgeous. And I've recently lost 10 pounds without trying. (Who knew eating was so very good for you?) And American Idol has begun again. And it doesn't interfere with my LOST addiction. And I don't care that the pretty brown boy isn't emailing me from the other side of the country. Cuz who needs a man with communication issues? Maybe Skee-Lo is still single...

Check yo'self

More Facts:

~If I catch you putting anyone down, including yourself, I will put you in check. Don't ever tell one of my girls she isn't beautiful. And for future reference, every female you know is one of my girls.
~I don't believe in insecurity. I've recently given it up all together. I'm freaking fantastic in every way. And so are you.
~I don't appreciate dirty old men trying to put their hands on me. If you you see a beautiful young woman, please be respectful. Giving her the dirty eye and grabbing her arm will only bring kung fu. And the cops.
~I am sorry you are homeless, but if you are in a homeless shelter with a baby mama and two kids, hitting on me isn't flattering, it's disturbing, and it'll only get you kicked out.
~My sister cleared out a closet for me and made me a key. Cuz my mom is whack.
~I love my Grandmama. And I had dinner at her house tonight. She is the most amazing and unconditionally loving person I've ever known.
~My dad's family all know my mom is whack, but are too polite to say anything about it. Instead, I received 3 offers to let me stay at their houses.
~I'm tired. But I look good. People've been complimenting me for a week.
~I had lots to say when I sat down to type, but can't remember half of it now, and I'm tired. So I'm going home and going to bed.

Outcomes

I'm homesick for Florida.
I'm disappointed with my dry-climate hair.
I have a tall, dark, and handsome pen pal who my mom actually approves of.
My sister has a new last name. (She tacked it on the end, no hyphen.)
I'm signing up for latin dancing and spanish language classes.
I'm planning to head south-east as soon as I finish school (early summer of 2007).
I'm moving back out of my mom's place as FAST as possible.
I'm looking for a second job because I need money for plane tickets/Florida visits and I love my current job too much to quit.
And did I mention I'm homesick?