I dont care how you get here...just get here if you can
Written at 1:29 p.m. on Friday, Apr. 14, 2006
I am starting to hate Fridays. Its just two days that I need to find something on my own to fulfill the time. And I’m not really good with that.
If I hadn’t had a few last night, I would have finished my entry…but alas I didn’t. And my horoscope yesterday…I don’t know if it was an insult or not. It was about throwing caution to the wind and getting out. Something about how I don’t have much, therefore, I don’t have much to lose. That is insulting right? Still at the same time its correctly true.
I haven’t been doing much at all. And I have a chance this weekend to change that. This weekend Dez and Angel both are in town. I thought I’d have more of a problem shuffling my time around…but it seems I don’t. It’s kind of like that when you don’t have much planned. I had a 1:00 appointment tomorrow to get my hair done, but I managed to work out a 7:30 appointment instead. That means…I’m doing what I want this weekend. I’m trying to see how I can get up to see Dez. Train is just way too long and plane…well, its Easter weekend. Enough said.
I need to do something this weekend. I called my cousin’s wife the other day and she hasn’t called me back. I wanted to know if anyone was doing anything for Easter. It’s hard to get her to call back, but she won’t hesitate to call me when her daughter is selling cookies for school or something like that. So, I’m over the family thing this weekend.
“MyGhettogirl” is coming over after work tonight. Oh, and the guy that runs the hair salon called me and said just for me he’d squeeze me in tonight. So I’m going to do that after work. Then go home and wait for my friend. She’s going to stay the night at my house. She wants to go to “Cheers” since she hasn’t been there in a while. Only because I love her, I’ll go there. Who knows, every time I used to go there I’d meet some interesting person. Hell, I met her there. And Angel. So this should be interesting to say the least.
Did you hear that? That was the sound of my caution in the wind.